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| First Written | 2014 |
| Genre | Fiction |
| Origin | US |
| Publisher | Viking |
| ISBN-10 | 0670015679 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0670015672 |
| My Copy | library copy |
| First Read | October 25, 2014 |
The Magician's Land
It's the third in a trilogy, and I honestly think it was the best one. Highly recommended.
Noted on December 17, 2014
The slide was humiliating, that's what it was. Deliberately embarrassing. That's what death did, it treated you like a child, like everything you had ever thought and done and cared about was just a child's game, to be crumpled up and thrown away when it was over. It didn't matter. Death didn't respect you. Death thought you were bullshit, and it wanted to make sure you knew it.
Quoted on March 29, 2016
There were a few kids up here, helling along the hallways and racketing in and out of rooms, laughing a little too hysterically, playing some game nobody knew the rules of, flopping down on the coats when they got tired, the kind of forced pack of one-shot friends that exists on the margins of all grown-up parties.
Quoted on March 29, 2016
It was a trick Quentin never figured out. As an unattached American male among English strangers, he felt inherently suspicious.
Quoted on March 29, 2016
Julia would do anything to make the time pass. She killed time, murdered it, massacred it and hid the bodies. She threw her days in bunches onto the bonfire with both hands and watched them go up in fragrant smoke.
Quoted on March 29, 2016
He could relate. He was an only child too, and his parents had never paid much attention to him either. They considered their attitude toward parenting rather enlightened: they were going to be the kind of couple whose lives revolved around their child. They gave him a lot of freedom and never asked him for much. Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don't have anything worth giving.
Quoted on March 29, 2016
Her depressive tendency, the flip side of her manic streak, was stirring. Why were they even doing this? it wanted to know. What a waste of time, of effort. Of pencils. Plum needed to get moving, but she was having trouble attaching meanings to things; the meanings kept peeling off like old stickers.
Quoted on December 17, 2014
In our world no one ever knows what to do, and everyone's just as clueless and full of crap as everyone else, and you have to figure it all out by yourself. And even after you've figured it out and done it, you'll never know whether you were right or wrong. You'll never know if you put the ring in the right volcano, or if things might have gone better if you hadn't. There's no answers in the back of the book.
Quoted on December 17, 2014
Drinks were a lot like books, really: it didn’t matter where you were, the contents of a vodka tonic were always more or less the same, and you could count on them to take you away to somewhere better or at least make your present arrangements seem more manageable.
Quoted on December 17, 2014