As a young child, I loved to read. The wild fictional universes created by a variety of authors gave me a sense of escapism from the mendacity of existence in the Midwest. I could be instantly transported to a new world anywhere and get lost in whichever character's plight I was taking on that day. All of a sudden, in high school, my love of fiction slowly died off. The only things I found myself wanting to read were news and journal articles on whatever the debate topic was in any given year. Then, college came. I would phone in discussions of whatever we had to read in the 2-3 literature classes I took, to focus more on the non-fiction texts of all of my political science and communications classes.
All of a sudden, when I was delayed in the SEATAC airport (a yuge one to have a delay in) I decided to check out the bookstore, and I grabbed a copy of Ready Player one. It had been several years since the book came out, but I owned a zine-ish copy of Ernie Cline's slam poetry, and laughed at his album full of those live performances. Both the physical copy of Ready Player One and the audiobook read by Will Wheaton blew me away. It is something I find myself either reading or listening to multiple times in a year. That book brought back the spark of fantasy/fiction I had lost from my childhood, and is ultimately responsible for jumping me back into comics.
Why is any of this relevant? Lets check out the Chowderhead Crusades and you'll see why this book seems perfectly crafted for me!
The journey of a 30-something father of three who's trying to break into the world of reviewing comics after a loooooong hiatus...