My husband was given this book as a birthday gift in November, from someone who doesn't read fantasy but had heard "good things" about it.
He couldn't go further than 20 pages.
Me, I couldn't get past the first.
"Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world."
What the hell. What slush pile editor would look further than that before tossing the book in the reject pile?
"The weapon was thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs, yet stout enough to hack through the hardest armor."
Yeah, right. That's where I stopped. Then I flipped to the back and read the Author's Note. Ahah! It was published by mom and dad, and they spent a full year traveling around promoting the book in person, until eventually someone at Knopf took note and decided to take advantage of the marketing ball the Paolini's had already started rolling. The book sold not because of it's literary merits, but because of the novelty of a teen author made a nice gimmick.
Don't get me wrong: Paolini is a competent writer, and may develop into a good writer as he gets older, but his prose reads very much like a 15-year-old's prose and it just burns me to think how many already good writers are being overlooked in the marketing hype about Eragon. It's just not worth it.