The Magicians---- a book review...

Just finished Lev Grossman's, The Magicians, and I have to say, the book was surprisingly good. It centers around a group of "normal" teenagers who aren't so normal.... at least, they've never felt normal or like they belonged in the world.

Quentin Coldwater is one of those out-of-place teens, a math genius, looking to enter an Ivy League college and wondering what it would take to find something exciting. Quentin runs from the boredom of his home, from the boredom of his high school. He runs straight into the arms of a magician's college. And, when he discovers the possibility of a magical world existing that he's read about since childhood, he thinks he's finally found the life, the world he's always wanted. But, the deeper he goes and the further he runs, the more he begins to question exactly what it is he's running from.

This is not your typical magical story. And, definitely not a children's fantasy tale. It is the adult "Harry Potter", if you will, where the lines between good and evil, between right and wrong, are blurred until the differences are no longer distinguishable.

Whether you're a magician or not, the world between childhood and adulthood isn't an easy place to navigate. And, The Magicians, goes a long way to prove that sometimes having what you think you want, isn't always what you need... or, perhaps, what you're looking for might be with you all the time.

Definitely worth a read if you're looking for something a little different. Grossman does a wonderful job with imagery. My only qualm is there seemed to be too much twisted into this story-- it could have easily spanned 2 maybe 3 books. Perhaps Grossman felt the need to include everything at once, perhaps he never intended to write a sequel.

I am glad that I read it, and now that they sequel is planned for release next month, I'll probably pick that up as well.

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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