Ready Player One by Ernest Cline.
I grew up in the '80s, and I'm very much an '80s geek. I'm proud of it. I've been made fun of on Facebook because of it. And I don't care. Yes. I spent hours in front of the TV on Saturday mornings watching cartoons. Yes. I played Dungeons and Dragons. Yes. I'm a fan of the original Highlander, although, even back then, I thought Connor MacLeod was horribly miscast. I'm not a fan of remakes, but I'd support this one, if only to get an actual Scot in the role.
Which is why I'm loving this book. I'm only halfway through it, and I've already lost count of the '80s references. It's a fun story, plain and simple, and if you read it, I'm sure you'll join me in trying to figure out how the hell they're going to make a movie out of it. I'd hate to be the guy responsible for securing the rights to everything mentioned in the book.
(Uh, that was my three month old, who is sitting on my lap as I'm writing this, trying to get in on the blogging action. He just mashed his hands on the keyboard.)
Anyway, that's my book recommendation for the day.