Zachary Barton

This reads like a coke-fueled word binge brought on by a book (Ready Player One) that was wildly more successful than the author expected. Cline stops the action every chance he gets to painstakingly explain each and every reference and inside joke, completely unnecessary and harmful, because the point of references is for people to get them (or not. It doesn't ruin a reader's enjoyment if they don't pick up every. single. reference) Then we run through 4 or 5 plots rapid fire, ending with a sappy sugary sweet ending that you manages to both be incredibly obvious and completely out of left field. Hard pass on this unless you are an absolute Cline superfan.