Why Playing Video Games before Reading A Book Is The Best Way To Read.

Is there a better match than video games and books? The visual and the literary smashed together. There’s obvious ones, the Witcher video games and the books and now even the Netflix series. Metro 2033 and the now staple survivor games of the same name. Video-games and their adaptations go hand in hand which makes sense.

This week though, I stumbled across a new way to enhance my “internal movie” while reading

By matching the right videgames with the right books you create significantly more vivid and immersive reading experiences.

Video Games and Books Collide

Rockstars 2018 Red Dead Redemption 2 took home an assortment of Game of The Year awards. It has received many, many accolades for its story; gameplay and well realised rendition of the wild west or what was left of it at the turn of the 19th century.

I, like most people were sucked into the immersive experence it provided; from shooting bandits to rustling cattle and eating packets of biscuits from the shelves of old homesteads.

This deep world held my interest for a good couple of months until a new fancy game came to knock it off my most played list. I didn’t return to the wild west untill I picked up a copy of Cormack Mcarthys Blood Meridain.

When I slapped it down on the counter the clerk raised an eye brow and said “Mcarthy eh? you're keen” I didn't quite understand what he meant until Reverend Green was murdered mid sermon and the protagonist ‘The Kid’ got into a bloody and muddy altercation on the way to the outhouse.

It had been raining for sixteen days when he met Toadvine and it was raining yet. He was still standing in the same saloon and he had drunk up all his money save two dollars. The teamster had gone, the room was all but empty. The door stood open and you could see the rain falling in the empty lot behind the hotel. He drained his glass and went out. There were boards laid across the mud and he followed the paling band of doorlight down toward the batboard jakes at the bottom of the lot. Another man was coming up from the jakes and they met halfway on the narrow planks. The man before him swayed slightly. His wet hatbrim fell to his…