If Quentin Coldwater stumbled on a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, he'd constantly complain about how heavy it was and how the coins didn't fit in any vending machines and why couldn't they have just put the money into a nice cashier's check that he could have fit neatly in his wallet and then deposited in the bank? 
 In the first book, Quentin was a brilliant but disillusioned teenager who found life a boring slog and desperately wished that things were more like his favorite fantasy series set in a magical land called Fillory. (Think Narnia.) Quentin seemingly hit the fantasy geek jackpot when he learned that magic was real, and he was admitted to an exclusive school called Brakebills that trained magicians. Yet he constantly found himself disappointed that he never achieved his idea of true happiness even after graduating. When a classmate discovered that Fillory was real and a path to it, Quentin seized on the notion that going to Fillory was the only way he'd ever finally be complete. Unfortunately, Quentin learned the hard way that there's a big difference between reading about adventures and actually finding yourself in magical battle where various beasties are trying to kill you. 
 The Magician King picks up several years after that. Quentin is now one of the kings of Fillory and lives a life of ease and luxury with his friends. Of course, Quentin is never satisfied with a bird in the hand even when he's relatively content, and he volunteers to go on a diplomatic mission to an island so he can seek the two birds he just knows are out there in the bush. His desire for a 'real' adventure leads to him returning to Earth and finding that his wish for a high stakes quest have just come true. It's much more than he bargained for and the consequences are enormous. 
 I loved The Magicians with it's unique twist of what it'd be like if there were magic in the real world, but it seemed like a love-it or hate-it book with my friends here on Goodreads. And I totally understood why some readers could not stand Quentin at all. Here's a guy who catches the biggest break in nerd history and yet he's never satisfied and grateful for the opportunity he has. 
 In all honesty, I was starting to hate him pretty good through the first half of this book myself. It seemed like Quentin had forgotten everything he'd suffered and learned in the first book, and he was once again an obsessed nerd who is convinced that he'd be happy if he could live like he's in a fantasy novel. However, that changes about halfway through with several big plot developments that I won't spoil, but by the end of this one, I completely dropped my earlier reservations. 
 It also helped that Grossman is obviously writing Quentin to be an obsessed pain in the ass early on, and that he has several characters call him out on it. There's a particularly nice bit where Quentin has traveled to Europe on Earth, and he has a moment of clarity where he realizes that he wrote off the real world when he'd seen almost none of it. 
 One of the things I also loved about this one in is the backstory of Julia, a former high school classmate's of Quentin's who had failed the Brakebills entrance exam, but went on to find another way to learn magic. If they were musicians, it'd be like Quentin went to study at Juilliard, but Julia learned in garage bands and punk clubs. 
 I can't mention the stuff that occurs towards the end that made this book so cool to me and left me stunned by it's conclusion. If you didn't like The Magicians, this probably won't change your mind. However, if you did like the first one, you'll probably enjoy this book, especially it's moving and incredibly dark third act. 
 Originally read Aug. 2011 
 Re-read Aug. 2014