I have finally finished reading Lev Grossman’s The Magicians. I believe I found out about this book while on Facebook. I don’t quite remember exactly, but I think there was an add for this book comparing it loosely to Harry Potter. I loved the Harry Potter books so I read a brief synopsis of this new book and thought it sounded promising. I searched for it at my local library and found that it was quite the popular book and therefore unavailable. I put a hold on it and waited. When I finally got the notice from the library that it was available, I happily went there and checked it out, literally. I got a little less than half way through before it was due and I was about to embark on a little family vacation up to Minneapolis. I figured I’d just renew it, but there were other holds on the book so I had to return it unfinished. This was a first for me. When we returned from our trip, I placed another hold on this elusive book and again waited. I started reading two other books in the meantime. I again got a notice from the library and checked the book out once again. I had smartly noted the chapter I had left off on and continue from there.
After a few weeks, I finally finished the book and I can honestly say that I have not been happier or more relieved to finish a book since I read Gregory Maguire’s Wicked, which was a big steaming pile of crap. Lev Grossman’s The Magicians was not that bad, but it certainly wasn’t good. Sure it was unique, as far as my reading experience goes, but I truly did not enjoy the book at all. Not one of the characters was worth remembering or rooting for. I kind of liked the coupling of Quentin and Alice, but when they both pissed that relationship away, I stopped caring. There were some good parts, don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t a complete waste of a book like Wicked was, but I feel the author really tried to do too much and didn’t really do that great of a job storytelling. Maybe I was expecting something more episodic like in the Harry Potter novels. I’m not really sure.
This book has received a lot of praise so somebody liked it. I’m obviously not the target audience Lev Grossman was writing for. Can I recommend it? Certainly not. Do I care that there’s a second book with these same characters? Most definitely not. The only good thing about finishing this book is that now I can concentrate on finishing books I’m actually enjoying; Harlan Coben’s Miracle Cure and Jim Butcher’s Proven Guilty.












