Busting Vega$ by Ben Mezrich – My High Roller Dreams? Dead on Arrival
Sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, I make the brilliant decision to buy a book, because tipsy-me clearly has Pulitzer-level taste in literature. Exactly how I ended up with Busting Vega$. But, to my surprise, it didn’t turn out to be one of those regrettable 2 a.m. purchases. Shocking, I know.
Me at the beginning of this book: “Maybe I could quit my job, become a high roller, and live off the obscene amounts of money I win."
Spoiler: I absolutely cannot.
Ben Mezrich is basically that friend at a party who says, “Wanna hear a crazy story?” after 3 tequila shots. Then you're locked in for a wild ride that sounds exaggerated enough to make you question if it happened. Much like Bringing Down the House (yes, the one that became the movie 21), Mezrich brings us back to Sin City, with a similar “math nerds go rogue” vibe. But this time, they’re not just counting cards—it's some blackjack voodoo (apparently NOT illegal?).
These kids are just out here calculating how to win big, hoping to avoid becoming CSI: Las Vegas victims, and maybe even pay off some student loans (because obviously). There’s drama. There’s tension. There’s the looming threat of getting caught. The storytelling is fast-paced and maybe a little careless. But honestly? I'm not mad about it.
Things I Loved:
• Short chapters with cliffhanger endings – Bless you, Ben Mezrich, for understanding my goldfish attention span. The chapters fly by, and just when you think you’ll put the book down, boom, cliffhanger.
• The Trump cameo – Because apparently, you really can’t have a scam without the king of golden hair (and golden toilets) lurking in the background. One of my favorite moments in Trump’s glittering history of failures—the glorious casino flop. Chef's kiss in terms of irony. Plus one star—I don’t make the rules!
What Didn’t Work For Me:
• This could’ve been MORE. There’s a solid foundation here, it just wasn’t taken far enough. I needed more juice and more emotion, but instead, I got a pretty surface-level narrative. Is it too much to ask for some nail-biting suspense?
• Mezrich, you gave me high-stakes gambling and a Trump cameo, but you forgot one crucial thing: CLOSURE! Like, sure, we know what happens in the big picture, but what about the emotional fallout? The aftermath? Did they stay friends? All things I guess Google will have to answer. Thanks.
If this book were a show, it’d be like a Netflix limited series that you binge in one weekend. I do feel a bit cooler. Like I could go scam the Monte Carlo Casino in a pair of oversized sunglasses and drive off in a Bugatti. But, the reality is: 1) I cannot count cards. 2) I would absolutely crumble under even mild interrogation from a pit boss. 3) My tolerance for high-stakes gambling maxes out in about 22 minutes—much like my patience for math.
Final rating? 3.5 stars, rounded up! It’s a little light on substance but It wasn’t a total waste of time. I did learn some stuff along the way… like how hilariously useless I would be in any high-stakes situation that requires math skills (or guts). Did it give me all the answers I wanted? Nope. Did I want more depth? Absolutely. But I’ll still recommend it to anyone looking for a quick, entertaining escape. In conclusion, it’s a great book for when you want to feel like you’re living on the edge without actually risking your entire life savings.