Ready Player Two

One of my least favourite books. Constantly cringe inducing, Cline has tried to write something that Stands Above the Rest but is unfortunately utter dogshit.

About a third of the way into the book, I wanted to believe that the author could turn this around. Have the protagonist be an unreliable narrator, the nerds version of Lolita. But there's just not enough to really make that comparison — it's a bad book! With a garbage, morally corrupt main character who gets Everything He Wabts in the end because That's How Good Books Are. Nothing changes! He's as horrible at the end as at the beginning!

I felt like a locked in coma patient. I couldn't escape the hell hole that is this novel.