Eragon

It is often said that reading is dreaming with open eyes. How the
unimaginable becomes a reality, where terror replaces horror, and how
love fails in the most surrealistic ways. Reading has its ways to pull
people in a circling basin, drowned into a pleasurable trance-like state
unnoticing time.
To start with what had me tingling, I'm happy to introduce the first ever
book I read. It was entitled "Eragon" by its author Sir Christopher
Paolini, his first book in The Inheritance Cycle series. I can't remember
how I came to possess this book, but it took me years before unfolding
its pages. Way back 2017, I had this time to clean a room full of
documents, which by chance was where this book was hidden. Had I
mentioned that there is already a film version of this book? Well, the
fact that I adored the movie is what made me inquisitive about it.
In the book, Eragon, a farm lad, discovers a mystical stone while
exploring the highlands. He subsequently calls the dragon Saphira that
emerges from the stone, which turns out to be a dragon egg. Eragon and
Saphira are forced to flee their hometown with a storyteller named Brom
after the terrible King Galbatorix learns about the egg and sends horrible
slaves to obtain it. Eragon learns about "The Ways of the Rider" from
Brom, a veteran of the Dragon Riders, a now-defunct organization. And
so on and so forth, but as much as I liked it, the cliffhanger ending was
infuriating. I must read the second and third book to quell my curiousity,
and live at peace by then, hopefully soon.
Considering everything, I most definitely suggest that everyone read it.
The author did an excellent job of thoroughly describing everything in
the book. And I can say with pride, that it helped me become a better
person. I never would have believed I would love reading, till I read that
one book called "Eragon"