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Since Saturday I have been trying to read Eragon, by Christopher Paolini. I give up. It's boring. Snoring boring. I'm about 110 pages in and I just don't really care about anyone or anything in the book. So, here I am, just over a fortnight into the year, and I'm already giving up on a book. But as many great writers (and readers) have said: Life is too short to read books you don't like.

Next up: Hmm. I don't know yet. I'll post something after I've started reading.