Lev Grossman’s The Magicians is a terrific addition to the world of Wizards and Wardrobes. Grossman takes Harry Potter, ages it up about eight years, adds a dash of teen angst along with a generous helping of graphic PG-13 content, and plops it down in the USA.
I loved the Magicians, but I got tired of the protagonist, Quentin, very fast. Not as fast as I did the TV version.
This book single-handedly kept me off some pristine Mexican beaches, and my pasty white body is grateful. Give it a read.