I really enjoyed The Magicians: A Novel! I read it while Mike was watching some movie, and I kept laughing out loud. He thought I was laughing at the movie. Oops.
I read Grossman’s Codex a couple of years ago. Meh. It was sort of like a slightly better Da Vinci Code. So I wasn’t in a huge hurry to read his next offering. I’m really glad I finally did, though.
The Magicians is sort of like, a bitter, American, bad-mouthed Harry Potter goes to magic college. Definitely not a kids’ book. Anyway, Quentin is miserable. He’s on an Ivy League college path, but the girl he loves is attached to his best friend. Brooklyn is boring and gray and miserable. His parents ignore him. He finds himself taking an entrance exam at a college he’s never even heard of. Most of the 200 people in the room disappear before he even finishes the test. Then stuff gets weird.
I was reading this when I went to a Dr. appointment. My doctor asked if it was about real magicians or is it a metaphor? It’s about real magicians. Pretty cool, huh?