Taken from David Anthony Durham's review of Brisingr that appeared on the Washington Post website:
"Despite the complaints, Paolini's books -- "Eldest" followed "Eragon" in 2005 -- have sold something like 15 million copies. That number has increased by more than half a million just this week with the release of "Brisingr," the third novel of a promised four in his Inheritance cycle."
It's enough to make you puke all over your cornflakes.
It's probably just the Harry Potter crowd, lapping up these books in the throes of their Potter-withdrawal symptoms, but it still leaves a sour taste in the mouth. I mean - as much as I dislike J. K. Rowling's drama-queen antics and her growing army of lawyers - Harry Potter deserved to be huge, because it's a brilliant idea. Perhaps not original, but still brilliant.
Yet there's something inherently annoying at seeing the huge success of a badly written series that is - by all accounts - a stodgy, blatant amalgamation of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
Excuse me while I hurl myself off a bridge.