On a whim, I checked The Magicians by Lev Grossman out of the library. (You can check out e-books from anywhere. Yay Kindle!)
It was really good, but really dark. I didn't quite expect the darkness. The book is about Quentin, a young man, who one day is invited to take a mysterious exam. The exam turns out to be an admission exam for Brakebills, a magical college in New York. Since Quentin is obsessed with Fillory, a Narnia-like land from an unfinished book series, he's really excited to learn that magic is real.
Unlike many other books I've read that deal with magic, the magic in this book is rather sinister with little to no redeeming qualities. I'm glad I read this book - it has a good message about being content with your life because having a picture of perfection in your mind is a way to go mad.
I don't really have anything profound to say about this book except it scared me. When the group's evil adversary shows himself towards the end of the book, I actually threw my kindle down and avoided reading it for a few hours. I considered locking the door to my bedroom last night. I'm not entirely sure when the villain struck me as so creepy, but it did. I wish I hadn't read the end of this book right before going to bed because the thought of a creepy magician sneaking in kept on popping up in my mind.
I think there's a sequel, but it's not available as an e-book so I'm probably not going to read it anytime soon. I'm not sure if I'd read this book again, but I'm glad I read it once.
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