Questland by Carrie Vaughn. With all due respect to Vaughn's sprightly prose, several times during reading
Questland I felt like I was reading a Michael Crichton story - maybe because it takes place mostly on a billionaire's private island and maybe because its set pieces are so cinematic as to be part of a movie treatment rather than novel. None of that takes away from from the draw of Vaughn's protagonist - a damaged but resilient uber-nerd professor of popular culture - or the colorful team of mercenaries she is sent to assist with the retaking of a hijacked pleasure resort, a sort of Westworld for Dungeons and Dragons.
There's so much geeky fanservice that I wonder whether the book can reach beyond its nerdy niche, but here's also high-tech hijinks galore, just enough sex, and some surprising twists at the end to satisfy the more normcore reader.
I can't wait for the movie.
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