Ready Player Two

Well. My expectations were very high, as its predecessor was (is) one of my favorites for the last decade. It was a tough read. Because the main character, the underdog that rose to fame in book one, became a very unlikeable character. After the first thirty pages of book two, I started to hate him. And it took a hundred pages more before his journey of slef-discovery and self-repair started. It took a while before I got there.

And it was an amusing read after all. Made me dust off my Prince collection, amongst other things. But not as brilliant as Player One. And maybe I should accept that that would be an expectation that was impossible to fulfill.