Book 23: Jurassic Park
Title: Jurassic Park
Author: Michael Crichton
Genre: Mass market paperback
Rating: 9/10
Synopsis: If you don't know what Jurassic Park is about yet, you ain't never gonna know.
I liked: OK. So I had more than $25 in fines at the library. And unfortunately I only had $14 in my pocket. Therefore, no book checky-outy for me. Thus, I had to go through my personal library of books (every one of which has been read at least three times) to find something to pull me through this little library fine slump. I tried to read "Sahara," thinking that with the movie coming out, this might be a good time. It wasn't. Blah blah blah. Even when I first read it when I was in high school and didn't really have discerning taste in literature, I still thought it was crap. Anyway, my dog-eared copy of Jurassic Park has never let me down. I love, love, love it. Sure, it suffers from Michael Crichtonitis (the condition in which an author has no idea what to do after reaching the crecendo and therefore contrives an abrupt ending and runs off to sell the rights to Universal Studios). And no, it's not literature. But it's still a good story and it still freaks the hell out of me. Seriously, they could clone dinosaurs, don't you think? Really. I mean, it doesn't seem that far-fetched. We allegedly put a man on the moon; you'd think we could clone a dinosaur. And, in the words of my former brother-in-law, That be scary.
I didn't like: C'mon, what's not to like.... except for a mild case of Michael Crichtonitis (see above) it's his best book yet.
Author: Michael Crichton
Genre: Mass market paperback
Rating: 9/10
Synopsis: If you don't know what Jurassic Park is about yet, you ain't never gonna know.
I liked: OK. So I had more than $25 in fines at the library. And unfortunately I only had $14 in my pocket. Therefore, no book checky-outy for me. Thus, I had to go through my personal library of books (every one of which has been read at least three times) to find something to pull me through this little library fine slump. I tried to read "Sahara," thinking that with the movie coming out, this might be a good time. It wasn't. Blah blah blah. Even when I first read it when I was in high school and didn't really have discerning taste in literature, I still thought it was crap. Anyway, my dog-eared copy of Jurassic Park has never let me down. I love, love, love it. Sure, it suffers from Michael Crichtonitis (the condition in which an author has no idea what to do after reaching the crecendo and therefore contrives an abrupt ending and runs off to sell the rights to Universal Studios). And no, it's not literature. But it's still a good story and it still freaks the hell out of me. Seriously, they could clone dinosaurs, don't you think? Really. I mean, it doesn't seem that far-fetched. We allegedly put a man on the moon; you'd think we could clone a dinosaur. And, in the words of my former brother-in-law, That be scary.
I didn't like: C'mon, what's not to like.... except for a mild case of Michael Crichtonitis (see above) it's his best book yet.
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