It had elements of all the great fantasy (Lewis, Tolkien, T.H. But that’s not all it is: Lev Grossman’s world stretched beyond any simple comparison. The Magicians is Harry Potter filled with a bunch of assholes who have sex, do drugs and have tremendous power, damn the consequences. Then Lev Grossman’s The Magicians was published in 2009, I devoured it, and realized it was the natural extension in my own Quest to identify my life with fantasy literature rather than actual life. I had pretty much given up on finding a book series that would delight and inspire and spark my imagination in the same ways. It was time to move on, to actually grow up. Yes, I could reread them, or could join its growing online community, but it’s not the same. I grew up with them, and found the world a scary place without them. Harry Potter was and is one of the most precious and wonderful things in my life.
Because they were, along with Bandit, my stubbornly mortal border collie. The last two movies had yet to come out, and I was clinging on to them like they were the last vestiges of my childhood. When The Magiciansfirst came to me, it was a world post- Harry Potter.
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