The Last Dragon Chronicles- The Book Review

Hey guys, it’s me, your favorite blogger!!! And I’m back with my third book review! Today’s post centers around the brilliant Last Dragon Chronicles by the virtuoso of virtuosos, Chris d’Lacey.

This book is a definite for any lover of dragons & those who miss the good old days of the Inheritance cycle. The book is a fresh breath of air for the of- late repetitive dragon novels, which often portray dragons as creatures of eras long forgotten.

The series centers around a seemingly ordinary family in the suburbs of England & their tenant David(oh & a multitude of clay dragons). However, the story doesn’t stop with just these characters & locations, it instead sprawls over the entire globe, from the Arctic Circle to the savannahs of Kenya. The author even takes a page out of the comic book universe, introducing a plethora alternate timelines & dimensions. This is a story filled with magic & ancient pacts, all set in the modern world(now why does that sound familiar?) & yet never separated from the past.

Here’s how this book stood up to my 3 pillars of a good read!!!

1.Duration– Some people say that more pages mean a better reading experience. I disagree. Sure many of the greatest works in literature are massive, but that doesn’t mean that big is better. A long book, after a certain point in, gets tiresome. It becomes so long that the book seems to drag on forever! Small isn’t the best either, an extremely short book would leave the reader yearning for more detail, for more continuity, would leave them with 101 questions to be answered. There needs to be a balance.

The series hovers around the 450-500 pages mark, which for some people, seem way too much. But trust me, those few extra pages are totally worth it!!! Not a single moment do you feel bored or annoyed, instead of like Happy from Despicable Me 2, it reels you in & gets stuck in your head!

2.Plot– What good is a book, without a great plot?
This series has by far, one of, if not the best plot I have ever encountered!! Every single little event has to be closely analyzed & remembered, but even then, the twists & turns will defy all of your predictions & sometimes you’ll be left stunned by your sheer gullibility! The main plot does not reveal itself until the very end of the series, but I’m sure that this melting pot of subplots & pseudo plots will be more than sufficient for even the most avid bookworm.

3.Artwork– The front & back cover & the images within a book are often what prompt people to buy them.
This series’s signature cover will help you identify it from miles away & the variety of colors used will put a rainbow to shame!

Overall, I feel that the author has delivered a spectacular series that has ushered in a silver age for the floundering genre of dragons. This series can definitely go toe to toe with the Harry Potter series, its only real rival at this point & in some cases, even surpass it. The creativity & ingenuity of Chris d’ Lacey is absolutely sublime & I wish him all the very best for his new series, The Erth Dragons (A spinoff) I really, really hope that someday I may be able to meet this successor to C.S Lewis.

Hope you liked this review & are excited for more, Well, That’s it for today, Until Next Time, hrrr!

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Grandpa on mute

Thatha, Virat’s grandfather, a sprightly octogenarian, was rapidly going deaf. However, he refused to admit it. Mundane breakfast table conversation took on the overtones of Judgement Day!

“Looks like its going to rain today” Virat’s father, might say.

“What?” Thatha would shout.

“It’s going to rain today”. Virat’s father would’ve to holler.

To make matters worse, Thatha loved watching the TV. As his deafness advanced, unfortunately so did the volume.

Virat fed up with this audio onslaught, marched into the kitchen. His mom was seasoning the avial they would have for dinner.

“Is it possible to hear anything in this house?!” Virat demanded.  “I’m not able to even think properly, let alone study! He is an environmental hazard!”

“Don’t be rude” his mom said, searching for a ladle in the rack.

“Do Something” Virat begged.

His mom kept the ladle down, turned off the gas & went into the hall with the light of battle in her eyes. “Appa” she screamed. Without much ado, she switched of the TV.

“Face, it, you are hard of hearing” she shouted, “Am not!!I heard you!” Thatha complained.

Virat returned an hour later, with revision complete to see the grim, determined faces of his parents & the glowering one of his grandfather.

“Ask him” Thatha burst out. “My grandson will tell you that I’m not deaf! Just because I am eighty, you think you can force me to wear a hearing aid. Next, you’ll make me wear dentures. Then you’ll pack me off to an Old Age home. It’s a conspiracy to get rid of me. There is nothing wrong with my ears.”

Amma spoke up “You can’t hear unless with shout our lungs out, you have to get a hearing aid, dot.”

The next morning, Amma took leave from office & took Thatha to the E.N.T. specialist at the local Polyclinic. Virat looked forward to the return of a noiseless, peaceful atmosphere. He had underestimated his grandfather. Thatha’s hearing aid was a compact simple device. When Virat queried why he had turned it off, he winked “Your mother insists that I wear a hearing aid. Well, Now I’m wearing one. dot.”

Virat’s mother had almost made up her mind to cancel Thatha’s much awaited birthday party on Sunday (which Thatha loved more than anything else, even more than his TV) Then Virat had a brainwave.

Sunday dawned. No one wished Thatha. No cards or presents. Every time the phone rang, he looked expectantly, but was never for him. Just before noon, Virat & his parents dropped Thatha at his club where he sulked all the way to the game room. He entered the game room, expecting it to be empty, but instead he got the shock of his life.

It was beautifully decorated with balloons & stringers, with a huge cake in the middle, surrounding which stood his friends & family, grinning from ear to ear. As if in a dream, Thatha blew out the candles. Everyone clapped. That was when Thatha got an even bigger shock.

He saw them clapping & singing but not a single decibel reached him. Judging by Thatha’s expression, it looked like he was watching a horror film. He turned on his hearing aid & increased the volume. Still no sound, just that nightmarish silence. How could sixty voices be singing & yet not a word be heard? He turned up the volume to its highest setting.

The gathering took a deep breath & shouted “Happy Birthday to you”.

The sound hit Thatha like a tsunami. He reeled back. It took him only a few moments to grasp that he had been deceived.

“Got a taste of your own medicine, eh?” Thatha’s friends shouted loud enough to raise the roof.

Thatha immediately reduced the volume of his hearing aid,” Don’t shout” he said, calmly reaching for a slice of cake.” I’m not deaf”