1/5: GAME. FINALLY. OVER. For f*ck’s sake. That’s the phrase that repeats itself over and over in my Kindle notes as I was slogging my way through this soulless cash grab of a clusterf*ck. It’s been a while since I’ve been this irritated by a book. Time to rant. I got a huge kick out of its predecessor, Ready Player One, even if it often read like the reiteration of Wikipedia pages of the 1980s trivia. Yes, it was a trivia-laden wish fulfillment, but it appealed to our human instinct ...
