Inheritance.

Though it was exactly what I wanted
In truth it was vacuous
It was badly written, paced terribly
At times circuitous
But, my word, that was satisfying
As narratives tend to be
The longer the better, I should think
I was involved emotionally
Little original thought
Flickers in the dark, in a
Lengthy sort struggle
Against deus ex machina
And the ending was familiar
Too much so, perhaps
But it still left me satisfied
Emotionally sapped

May your sword stay sharp indeed, Paolini