It’s been a while since I’ve considered myself a reader. I went through a period in my early twenties where I read everything and kept logs and lists of titles, hung out in bookstores, and identified with the “reader” title pretty heavily. That’s been gone for some time now; the flame slowly extinguished and I ceased following literature. In line at San Diego Comic-Con 2014 I was chatting with a guy, Johnny C, who recommended all sorts of anime and comic titles that I needed to consume. One of the titles was Ready Player One, the novel by Ernest Cline.