Feel strange after finishing Lev Grossman’s The Magician King. Overall I loved the book - very witty and exciting, and I love that this series has gotten me to read fantasy, which I really haven’t done much. But the end bummed me out. What’s worse than reading a book that you really are enjoying, only to get literary blue balls over a frustrating ending?? Shit sucks. Honestly, I’d still suggest the series (start with The Magicians, there are only two books so far but I think another in the making) and it’s very possible that my complaints with the end of this one are nit-picky and the result of my irritable mood.
I’ve got The Handmaid’s Tale and The Beautiful and the Damned already downloaded to my kindle, so I’ll probably dip into one of those next? I’ve been itching to read a real live actual (gasp!) paperback book, but the kindle’s super convenient for reading at work. Anyway, have two books down this summer already which is pretty cool!