Reading Again — Ready Player One

My phone has been on Do Not Disturb for hours now, preventing any notifications from bothering me. I’m doing something I’ve struggle to do all year: read a book. (Using Marvin, of course.)

I was at my local book store yesterday, when I stumbled upon a book that’s become really popular. Ready Player One is the name of it. After just a few hours, I’m already at 21%. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this locked into a story like this. I can’t stop reading.

Ok. My ADD got the best of me again. Back to reading.

Here’s a few excerpts from the book that I highlighted early on, right when I started reading. I think you’ll enjoy them too.

I was introduced to the OASIS at an early age, because my mother used it as a virtual babysitter.

One of our neighbors, Mr. Miller, once explained to me that trailer parks like ours had originally consisted of a few dozen mobile homes arranged in neat rows on the ground. But after the oil crash and the onset of the energy crisis, large cities had been flooded with refugees from surrounding suburban and rural areas, resulting in a massive urban housing shortage. Real estate within walking distance of a big city became far too valuable to waste on a flat plane of mobile homes, so someone had cooked up the brilliant idea of, as Mr. Miller put it, stacking the sumbitches,” to maximize the use of ground space. The idea caught on in a big way, and trailer parks across the country had quickly evolved into stacks” like this one—strange hybrids of shantytowns, squatter settlements, and refugee camps.

Descending the network of metal girders had always reminded me of old platform videogames like Donkey Kong or BurgerTime. I’d seized upon this idea a few years earlier when I coded my first Atari 2600 game (a gunter rite of passage, like a Jedi building his first lightsaber). It was a Pitfall rip-off called The Stacks where you had to navigate through a vertical maze of trailers, collecting junk computers, snagging food-voucher power-ups, and avoiding meth addicts and pedophiles on your way to school. My game was a lot more fun than the real thing.

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