I’ve heard people say this is the best book ever written. They lie. I mean, come on, it’s just shallow fantasy. It is, however, definitely one of the most profoundly captivating works of shallow fantasy ever written. You can’t help but love and bond with the main character: cheer his triumphs, mourn his tragedies, shedding tears either way. A whole 700 pages, and you’re still left wanting a lot more. Fortunately, it’s the start of a trilogy.