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After five books, the repetition is finally bothering me. Every visitor is given the same rules, every cup of coffee creates the same countdown and every story is shaped towards a final emotional revelation. Even the characters’ hesitations and the explanations surrounding the journey have begun to feel overly familiar. I understand that repetition is part of the café’s ritual, but I'm now too aware of the construction underneath each story.

Every genre has its landmark novels. The books that quietly reshape everything that follows. Readers discover them decades later, only to wonder why they feel so familiar, forgetting that they're familiar because generations of writers have been borrowing from them ever since. Raymond E. Feist's Magician is one of those books.