The Magus explores far more interesting themes for me: Truth, facade, perception, love and obsession; whenever I read it it conjures up in me a zest for all the things Urfe goes through. I feel his betrayal every time I read it, and take relish in allowing myself to get lost in, and find new things in, Conchis' cryptic maze of Chinese boxes.
I've read Harry Potter, enjoyed it immensely, and therefore think its great. Approaching it with thoughtful analysis is the wrong way to judge it; of course, as a novel primarily intended for children (adults' love for it was a happy coincidence, I think), to reduct its quality due to it having no deep, inner meaning is like disclaiming The Magus because children can't understand it.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
