Eragon Series

Well, here I am again, talking away about another finished book series. The Eragon book series. In all, it was almost 2,000 pages. I finished it in around 2-3 months. However, as most dedicated readers would agree, the last book is often the one you whizz through. Unlike the other books, the last one is filled with adrenaline, heart pounding suspense, surprises around every corner, and most of all, the satisfying, but sudden ending. That's what I felt in Inheritance, the last book in the series. For an 860 page book, I was expecting the middle to be boring, and all the action and suspense to come at the end. I was in for a surprise.

I loved the last book so much that I finished it in 4.25 days. I have been stuck on the author of Pendragon (D.J. Machale), that it was very hard for me to adapt from his style of writing. But those worries were washed away when I read the first sentence in Eragon, the first book.

I not only found the first book surprisingly gripping and stunning, but I found the author an interesting story as well. Because although the writing in the first book is considered professional writing, Christopher Paolini started the book when he was but of the age of 14. He finished when he was 18. Took 4 years, but, hey what can you do? Every work of art takes time, or someone can always tell if you really devoted your time and paid attention to even the little details.

Ever since I started the second book Eldest, I wanted to write a book, like him, become a professional, like my dad. Well, when I read the last book, I knew that I obviously had a ways to go in order to compare to Paolin's talent. Although I realized it in the 3rd book as well, Brisingr.

What has surprised me the most about the Eragon series, is the names. It surprises me that someone could even make up these names, or even know how to pronounce them. Thank goodness he added a pronunciation guide, else I would have been lost, completely oblivious to what the names or places or the ancient language actually meant.

And yet, here I am, writing about something that probably nobody cares about. But, as a writer must learn, the first thing to anything, or in this case writing, is to start out slow. Make the most of something little. That's what the Eragon series has taught me. Because an idea as small as a boy named Eragon and his dragon Saphira in a little town, can lead to bigger, better, and bolder things. The Eragon series is a must for anyone who has a thirst for reading, as I do. Thank you Eragon, and thank you Christopher Paolini.

Pippin and Tebow

When people ask me what happened in the now deserted house in Colorado, I simply reply by saying, "we lost everything... Everything". Which, in truth, we did. Because when I think of what me and my family lost, I don't only think of the toys, the movies, the beds, the rooms, the 5 levels, the stairs... But Pippen. If you are not informed on who Pippen is, then let me tell you that he was one of my very best friends. He shared something with me that not many other people I knew shared. Diabetes. He was a dog, yes. And although some people argue that dogs don't have any other feeling for you than blind stupidity, I know, when I think of Pippin, that it's not true. Because although he was a blind, fumbling, bumbling dog, I know that he saw better than any dog could. He saw with his heart. Because I know that he knew, that I loved him.

I miss Pippen, sometimes it feels that I can't go on without him. Which, in part, is true. Because there's still apart of me that is living in Colorado, waiting, wishing that my body could come back and see my friends, see Frodo (our other dog that died), and see Pippen, alive and well. But, deep down, I know that he's still here, watching me, and nuzzling me like he used to do, encouraging me to go on.

So when December 20th, 2011 came,-4 years after we lost everything- I remember thinking that everything was won back. December 20th was the day that Tebow Baggins Fabry entered the family. A puppy, still new to the world that awaited him, still new to us. We decided upon the name because of, well, of course, Tim Tebow. But my mother, wanted to make him a hobbit. So, we decided that we would make him a hobbit with his middle name. Baggins. And so the oily black, pallid white, gray headed morkie (a multise yorkee mix) was born.

And although Tebow has allowed me to not grieve as much over Pippen, I will never, ever forget him. Because without Pippen, there would be no Tebow, I'll miss Pippen, but I'm happy he's still here, living inside my heart.

     Tebow: 

                                                                                                      

                                 Pippen: