Ready Player One by Ernest Cline is the perfect novel for those who are nostalgic for the 1980’s, even as readers are transported to the year 2044, where most of the world prefers to spend their days in a virtual reality searching for a hidden treasure rather than accept their dire existence.
Since I’m not into videogames, this book regrettably stayed on my to-be-read pile for far too long and now I’m kicking myself for not picking it up sooner. I have to thank this author for reminding me how much I love the movie Ladyhawke, playing Pac-Man at nickel arcades and watching episodes of Family Ties, oh such happy childhood memories.
Even though the story’s main character is Wade Watts/Parzival, Art3mis and Aech are such rich characters that they could easily have their own novels. In fact, I sincerely hope that the author has plans to create additional stories about life within the OASIS because I would love to read Ready Player Two.
In the year 2044, reality is an ugly place. The only time teenage Wade Watts really feels alive is when he's jacked into the virtual utopia known as the OASIS. Wade's devoted his life to studying the puzzles hidden within this world's digital confines—puzzles that are based on their creator's obsession with the pop culture of decades past and that promise massive power and fortune to whoever can unlock them.
But when Wade stumbles upon the first clue, he finds himself beset by players willing to kill to take this ultimate prize. The race is on, and if Wade's going to survive, he'll have to win—and confront the real world he's always been so desperate to escape.