Sometimes I feel like I have to be all literary and insightful when I read a book... and I'll be reading along and loving every page of what I'm reading, but still be picking at all the things I feel like the author was doing wrong. 
 What can I say? Sometimes it's the only way I can feel good about myself. 
 So, this was a book I read in a single day. I couldn't put it down. I bounded through it like a rodeo clown jumping a fence - wait, that didn't make any sense. Like a... um, well, you remember that episode of the Simpsons when Homer was sent to hell? While there, he was sentenced to the 'ironic punishment' department, his torment was that he would be force-fed all the donuts in the world! 
 At the end of the scene, every donut in the world is gone and Homer is there,in a giant empty room (because it was full of donuts until he ate them all) looking like a balloon that's about to pop, and asking for just one more bite... that demon that was in charge of his punishment is scratching it's head and can't figure out what happened. 
 Okay, that was like me and this book. I was Homer. The book was the donuts. Or maybe not, just... take what you can from the metaphor. 
 Anyhow, I recommend this for anyone that lived in the eighties, and was at least vaguely aware of geeky things during the time. 
 I'd point out that this novel does contain flaws, things that, in retrospect, really bothered me. But while reading, I was blissfully enraptured. 
 Go, read, and love the lost days of your youth.