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It's very difficult to put this book down. I had to surrender it briefly to Andrew when he ran out of things to read, and had very little time to do any reading on my trip, but now that I'm back and I've crested that wave of having-put-a-book-down-for-a-few-days-and-being-afraid-I-won't-be-able-to-sink-back-into-it, I'm loving this.

I'm loving science fiction. What kind of geek am I morphing into? My father? I mean, fantasy is one thing-- I freely admit I am an elf-loving, gun-slinging geek, but I used to draw some sort of line. (Star Trek: TNG notwithstanding; hey, that's just a great show, and anyway, it's about the relationships, not the technology.)

But, um, in this book, it's sort of about the technology. This whole Whuffie business, and being Online all the time, and immersive VR, and, heck, monorails that don't rattle-- that's all pretty nifty stuff.

Although the real draw in this book, for me, is the lovingly detailed descriptions of classic Disney World rides. I could read the Haunted Mansion passage over and over. It's sort of an extension of my trip; it's so accurate, so in-jokey, so detailed, so damned affectionate... Cory's got me in the palm of his nerdy hand.

I'm just sorry that there's been little-to-no Epcot. I hope there's room for a sequel at the end...

(Incidentally, I was reading it in the bath-- my favourite reading spot, what's yours?-- when my sister knocked and requested access to brush her hair. As she did so, she noticed what I was reading and I started to explain to her how good it was, and she said, "Wait, the future? This is a travel guide? She thought I was reading, like, a Birnbaum's or something, rather than a novel.)

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