After waiting for months, the precious book is in my hands. By chance Elizabeth borrowed Eragon a year ago. Later we found and read the companion books. This round, her friend read it once and loan the almost new book to us.
I was careful with the book. Yet the binding was inferior. Before I reach one third, a weak section gave way and became detached. I felt horrible. Elizabeth apologized and offered to replace it with a new book. We thought we would keep the defective one. Her friend was gracious, she said that after we returned Eragon in good condition, she read it again and the book binding gave way too. Since all of us love books and definitely would reread what we like, she said to make sure no pages would be lost.
The saga would end with this book. Although I was having a lovely time reading it, it is sad that there is no more sequel to look forward to. I suppose I am thinking like a regular reader. Authors often got so tired of their heroes that they killed them in their series. A good example is Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot.
It is interesting that the werecats were used by higher powers to lead Eragon and Saphira to the island ruin. There the power balance is tilted, for the first time Eragon and company stand a real chance of winning. It is almost like walking in the center of God's will, we need to make the first steps before God would make the next few steps possible. By then it is faith and obedience that would win the battle, not so much abilities.
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