![]() ![]() It was much more comfortable to read-like slipping on an old pair of sweatpants after wearing too-tight fancy-pants designer jeans all day (ummm…or so I’ve heard, having no direct experience myself with such tomfoolery…ahem). I expected The Magician King to continue in that vein…instead, it presented a pretty paint-by-numbers fantasy tale, filled with heroic feats of derring-do, albeit with cynical hipster commentary. It was the Watchmen spin on the tried-and-true fantasy formula-let’s think about what would REALLY happen if some kid woke up one day, discovered he had magical powers, and got into a school with other hormonal and maladjusted teens in the same situation. ![]() It was the other side of the Harry Potter/Charlie Bucket coin-kid gets golden ticket, only golden ticket turns out to royally screw up one’s psyche. ![]() The Magicians left me depressed and flummoxed, but intrigued. But, not unlike clichéd and stupid Facebook statuses, it’s complicated. Don’t get me wrong-the ultimate impression is a positive one. I’m still not really sure what to make of it. ![]()
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