Previously on Adam Riff™:
I just finished reading The Magicians by Lev Grossman, and am eager to dive into its sequel, The Magician King.
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. 
I finished reading The Magician King. I did not expect the ending to wreck me, but such is my current emotional state.
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. 
The Magician King reminded me of The Godfather: Part II. We'll see if 2013's The Magician's Land can stick the landing. Grossman doesn't seem too keen on writing it.
That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect. [97-98]