I really wanted to like this book, and it *was* gripping in parts, but so casually stupid about gender, sexuality, privilege, and the emotional life of humans (oh, and magic!) that I couldn't enjoy the neat little ideas, observations, and occasional nifty turns-of-phrase. I think this book needed an editor. Seems like a casualty of the writing-industrial complex.Oh, and another thing. The idea that these kids would graduate from magic school and have these giant magic trust-funds and just party all the time & be morose because they don't have any magic villians to fight is INSANE. Our world is full of things to fight: man-made environmental catastrophe, just for instance. Grossman starts to grapple with one potentially interesting question: what is magic for? but drops it in favor of dick jokes and video game references. I originally gave the book 2 stars but I just docked a star out of renewed annoyance. This may be an accurate portrayal of disaffected rich apolitical Harvard grads, but since they don't actually learn anything except how to grasp even more power, their story's not interesting.