Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One (2011) isn’t billed as YA fiction, but it fits solidly in that genre, and it’s much better than The Hunger Games. Set in a dystopian future (think Neal Stephenson lite), it offers a satisfying plotline and a moral that is inoffensively didactic. The novel’s selling point is its cornucopia of 1980’s nostalgia; although amusing, it’s mainly window dressing — the cultural touchpoints of any era could easily be swapped in. (With that said, admitted geeks of a certain age will love this novel – you know who you are.) Recommended as a very good beach or hammock read.