I haven't read Crichton in a long time. In fact I wasn't even a reader of his until one summer when I was visiting my uncle in Hong Kong. But wouldn't you know it, the second I step foot off the plane I get sick. Now I'm stuck inside, semi-feverish with absolutely nothing to do. I eventually check out my uncle's bookshelf and there he has a bunch of bestsellers (stuff I don't normally touch with a ten foot pole).

Well I had nothing better to do so I crack one open, and go. Before you know it I've finished the Great Train Robbery, Andromeda Strain, Sphere, Jurassic Park, Congo, Disclosure, and a few others I can't think of. I enjoyed them. He has a great easy style that makes for perfect brain candy, but too much and that sameness of style becomes all too apparent. They tend to be structured the same and populated with similar characters. For the most part, I found them dramatically lightweight and therefore forgettable. The one I remember best and liked the most was the Great Train Robbery, it was the most distinctive and unlike the others was a caper book, always a fun genre. The one I liked the least was Disclosure with its forced situations and heavy handed sexual politics. Nonetheless, they were all good page turners and much better than the bunch of Grisham’s I read after finishing all the Crichton’s (but that’s another story). Now that it’s been a number years, maybe it’s time to try another one again. So Prey is good, huh?