I could not put this book down. Ernest Cline is a kick-ass writer who tells one compelling story. A month ago, I got the chance to play with an HTC Vive virtual reality visor, and when I told the guys who owned it that I was doing "research" for my book, they said, "WHAT!? You haven't read Ready Player One!" So, off I went to read it in hopes of not being an ignoramus. And now all I want is a haptic suit, gloves, and my own private bay to explore the OASIS.
The cover says Willy Wonka meets The Matrix, and I was like, "um...that sounds ridiculous." Actually, it's kinda spot on and the scavenger hunt for James Halliday's golden egg has you turning pages like you're reading for your life.
Thievery for the day: keep the stakes high, folks. The book doesn't pull its punches. Players die. Avatars die. Love is found and love is lost and you hold your breath until the bitter end.
