Book review: Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

My original review of Ready Player One was kind of compromised by the fact that it has been reviewed already so many times on the group Cannonball Read blog to which I first post my book reviews. I ixnayed the usual format, and instead offered the following quiz:

• Do 80′s pop culture references moisten your loins?
• Were you waiting for the next great cyberpunk novel?
• Are you a fan of sensitive and varied depictions of different races, genders, and sexual orientations?
• Do treasure hunts still appeal to you on an instinctual level?
• Are you charmed by geeks fighting an Evil Empire?
• Might you be immune to the occasional irritation that could arise from an extended infodump?
• Don’t you think there is something so appealing about a hero rising from inauspicious origins?
• Have you ever dreamed of fashioning yourself a new life in an alternate reality?
• Are old-style arcade games so totally your bag?

If you answered ‘yes’ to any or all of these questions, you really should read Ready Player One if you haven’t already. I’m ashamed it took me so long! But here I am, emerged victorious, to be neither the first nor the last to recommend it to you.