Review: Love letter
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 05 11, 2013
Binary Cycle is the stuff my geeky dreams are made of. If I had any writing talent, it's exactly the book I would write just to please myself.Warning: this review might sound overly enthusiastic.But it just so happens that everything in this book just pushed all the right buttons for me. I solemnly swear I received no money to write this review: these are my thoughts, ladies and gentlemen, just my thoughts.WJ Davies had already followed in Hugh Howey's footsteps when he wrote The Runner, one of the finest pieces of fanfiction ever. This time he has gone and created, like the Wool  master, a whole original universe, one that is so mind-blowing and filled with enough potential as to give birth to sequels, prequels, and spin offs. Something so good that now it could be Hugh writing Binary Cycle fanfiction (and why not? That could be cool).Every page of this book, what am I saying? Every sentence of this book, every word, I kept thinking: "Oh, this is great, this is great, this is great!" I could picture the extravagant settings as if I was watching a mind-blowing flick like Avatar or reading a comics (this may fall flat to some of you, but coming from me this is a huge compliment - I'm very partial to comics), feel close to the fleshed-out and charismatic characters, marvel at the geeky  technological innovations that had me thinking more than once "Damn, I wish I had one of those..."Top-notch, well-polished writing helps. It's obvious that the author has edited each and every single page as many times as he felt it necessary for the text to read so seamlessly, for the dialogues to sound so natural, for the action scenes to give you such heart attacks, for the descriptions to transport you into a dreamy elsewhere. Here's an example, but I could quote the whole book, everything in it's jaw-dropping like that:"Reaching the top, she pulled herself over the precipice and collapsed onto the spongy moss that covered the plateau. She blinked a few times, staring up at the bright suns. The Tower rose beside her, reaching toward the crystalline sky like an artificial limb, stark white against azure blue. Above the shining apex of the Tower floated a hazy dome of purple and orange clouds that glowed against an everlasting Evening sky."Self-published authors keep astonishing me. How many mainstream books have I read for the author's name on the cover, while in reality I felt bored to death half the time? Independent writers just can't allow this to happen: they're not famous (yet), which means they must pack in twice the effort if they ever hope to catch readers' attention.The result: literature 2.0. Cooler, faster, stronger stuff, putting the reader more than ever in the center. Congratulations Mr Davies. Keep writing awesome fiction like that: I want more!