Ready Player One by Ernest Cline
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Looks like I finished this for the first time one year ago today, so probably a good time to write a review. I’m nothing if not prompt. Seeing the dates on this (started 7/12, finished 7/13) reminded me of how fast I went through it. I am a terribly slow reader. Finishing a book in 2 days means I stayed up insanely late 2 days in a row reading, and this was certainly the case with Ready Player One.
It is just such an enjoyable read. I’ve read many good books and many great ones, and I guess I enjoy reading them, but that isn’t the feeling I’m trying to describe here. I enjoyed myself while reading; I had a great time. Reading this book was like spending an evening with friends you grew up with and haven’t seen in years; friends who remind you of great times you have had and completely forgotten about.
It goes without saying that this is a book of 80’s nostalgia; it’s the book’s MO. Being a child of the 80’s, it is right in my wheelhouse and I couldn’t have been more receptive. For that reason, it’s hard to gauge how effective it would be as a novel to those of a different age. I’d like to think that it’s an enjoyable adventure story, with thrilling elements and a great sense of humor and hope that would play for those of any generation. But I really can’t say. My heart tells me that based on the quality of the story, it’s worth a read for all.
And it’s Airwolf, baby…
