It's one of those Saturday nights which I'd like to spend inside the confines of my room, reading a good book. I had to satiate my need for some quiet time.
While looking for a good book find in last year's Powerbooks Warehouse Sale, I chanced upon Eragon, Book One by Christopher Paolini. Oh, I've seen it before on one of my travails to NBS but my heart wasn't really set on purchasing it. I loved the cover though, and the dragon, well, all things mythological and legend hold a special place in my heart. But on those travails, I had other books I wanted to buy and read. So the Shopaholic series and The Life of Pi by Yann Martel had me pre-occupied.
So on that sweltering afternoon in the Powerbooks sale, when I stumbled upon Eragon and saw the blue dragon giving me a piercing look, I had it in the crook of my arm in a heartbeat.
Last week, I was on my way to the grocery, as my supply of junk food and what-nots has depleted. I passed 'a different bookstore' in Rustan's and I noticed they were having a sale! Bookworm that I am, I had to enter and revel in the magic of getting a book. When I left 15 minutes later I had The Devil Wears Prada and, yes, Eldest, Book Two .
Hey, at 30% less, it wasn't bad.
And now, after re-reading Eragon for the past 2 days, and finishing Eldest a few minutes ago, I have nothing to do.
I never knew it was a trilogy. I just had an inkling, that a Book Three was in the offing, a good 10 pages before I finished Book Two.
I read the books without any prior knowledge about the story, only what it has on the back cover. I even didn't want to search on the net. I did not want reviews, rants and raves to obscure or influence my mind as I started embarking on Eragon's quest. I tend to do that with books that catch my fancy. Nothing to influence the pleasure of my reading.
Now, nothing to do.
Ah, yes. Wait for Book Three, I fear.