This isn't high-brow literature or flawless story-telling by any stretch of the imagination. It is, however, damn good fun.

Having been born in the mid-80s and growing up in the 90s, many of Ready Player One's references were a little lost on me. But as a complete nerd, I didn't care and loved every second of it.

It's a fun story, with a few predictable turns, a deus ex machina too many, sometimes laying on the nostalgia a bit thick, and gender/race/ableist tokenism that borders on excessive. But it IS fun.

If those few concerns (and they are quite minor, only appearing a couple of times each in the whole story), this could easily have been a five star book.