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#1 New York Times bestselling author Michael Crichton reveals a universe too small to see and too dangerous to ignore

In the locked office of a Honolulu building, three men are found dead, with no sign of struggle except for ultrafine, razor-sharp cuts covering their bodies.

In the lush rain forests of Oahu, groundbreaking technology has ushered in a revolutionary era of biological prospecting. Here, seven brilliant graduate students recruited ...

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Michael Crichton reveals a universe too small to see and too dangerous to ignore

In the locked office of a Honolulu building, three men are found dead, with no sign of struggle except for ultrafine, razor-sharp cuts covering their bodies.

In the lush rain forests of Oahu, groundbreaking technology has ushered in a revolutionary era of biological prospecting. Here, seven brilliant graduate students recruited by a pioneering microbiology start-up company are thrust into a hostile wilderness that reveals profound and surprising dangers at every turn. Prey to a technology of radical and unbridled power—armed only with their knowledge of the natural world—they must harness the inherent forces of nature itself to survive.

Melding scientific fact with pulse-pounding fiction in vintage Michael Crichton fashion—completed by visionary science writer Richard Preston—Micro is an instant classic of sophisticated, cutting-edge entertainment.

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Jurassic Park, Michael Crichton's 1990 thriller, snared a triple triumph: it was a coast-to-coast number bestseller, earned stellar reviews, and inspired a film classic. When Crichton died in November 2008, he left behind a manuscript of another high adventure thriller that blends cutting-edge science with almost unrelenting suspense. Now completed by seasoned author Richard Preston (The Hot Zone), this thrilling novel traces the story of a group of biotech grad students stranded in the Hawaiian rainforest with only their wits to save them. Unputdownable. Now in mass-market paperback and NOOK Book.

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Unfinished at the time of his death and later completed by Preston, Crichton’s last book receives serviceable narration from John Bedford Lloyd. Hawaii-based microtechnology company Nanigen has developed the ability to shrink objects—and people—and the megalomaniac head of the company, Vin Drake, sees the potential to make billions of dollars.But when one of Drake’s executives, Eric Jansen, threatens his boss’s plans, he suddenly goes missing and is presumed dead. When Eric’s brother, Peter, arrives—along with six fellow graduate students—and begins to ask questions, Drake shrinks them and leaves them to die in the Hawaiian rain forest.What follows is a nonstop fight for survival in the micro-world, where insects are as big as cars, bats the size of airplanes, and everything is hungry. Lloyd’s performance is uneven but enjoyable. With his deep, well-modulated voice, he certainly narrates clearly and with good vocal intonation. But at times, he sounds unprepared and his performance flat. A HarperLuxe paperback. (Nov.)
Library Journal
After Crichton's death in November 2008, Preston (The Hot Zone) was drafted to complete the work Crichton had begun on this novel. The setting: Hawaii. The characters: graduate students at a biotech company who get dumped into the rain forest and must use their science smarts to survive. Preston sounds like a good matchup with the author of Jurassic Park, and fans of both authors will want this.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780060873059
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 11/22/2011
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 607
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Michael Crichton's novels include Pirate Latitudes, Next, State of Fear, Prey, Timeline, Jurassic Park, and The Andromeda Strain. He is also known as a filmmaker and the creator of ER. One of the most popular writers in the world, he has sold over 150 million books, which have been translated into thirty-six languages; thirteen have been made into films. He remains the only writer to have had the number-one book, movie, and TV show at the same time.


Michael Crichton's oeuvre is so vivid and varied that it hard to believe everything sprang from the mind of a single writer. There's the dino-movie franchise and merchandising behemoth Jurassic Park; the long-running, top-rated TV series ER, which Crichton created; and sci-fi tales so cinematic a few were filmed more than once. He's even had a dinosaur named after him.

Ironically, for someone who is credited with selling over 150 million books, Crichton initially avoided writing because he didn't think he would make a living at it. So he turned to medical school instead, graduating with an M.D. from Harvard in 1969. The budding doctor had already written one award-winning novel pseudonymically (1968's A Case of Need) to help pay the bills through school; but when The Andromeda Strain came out in the same year of his med school graduation, Crichton's new career path became obvious.

The Andromeda Strain brilliantly and convincingly sets out an American scientific crisis in the form of a deadly epidemic. Its tone -- both critical of and sympathetic toward the scientific community -- set a precedent for Crichton works to come. A 1970 nonfiction work, Five Patients offers the same tone in a very different form, that being an inside look at a hospital.

Crichton's works were inspired by a remarkably curious mind. His plots often explored scientific issues -- but not always. Some of his most compelling thrillers were set against the backdrop of global trade relations (Rising Sun), corporate treachery (Disclosure) and good old-fashioned Victorian-era theft (The Great Train Robbery). The author never shied away from challenging topics, but it's obvious from his phenomenal sales that he never waxed pedantic. Writing about Prey, Crichton's cautionary tale of nanotech gone awry, The New York Times Book Review put it this way: "You're entertained on one level and you learn something on another."

On the page, Crichton's storytelling was eerily nonfictional in style. His journalistic, almost professorial, and usually third-person narration lent an air of credibility to his often disturbing tales -- in The Andromeda Strain, he went so far as to provide a fake bibliography. Along the way, he revelled in flouting basic, often subconscious assumptions: Dinosaurs are long-gone; women are workplace victims, not predators; computers are, by and large, predictable machines.

The dazzling diversity of Crichton's interests and talents became ever more evident as the years progressed. In addition to penning bestselling novels, he wrote screenplays and a travel memoir, directed several movies, created Academy Award-winning movie production software, and testified before Congress about the science of global warming -- this last as a result of his controversial 2004 eco-thriller State of Fear, a novel that reflected Crichton's own skepticism about the true nature of climate change. His views on the subject were severely criticized by leading environmentalists.

On November 4, 2008, Michael Crichton died, following a long battle against cancer. Beloved by millions of readers, his techno-thrillers and science-inflected cautionary tales remain perennial bestsellers and have spawned a literary genre all its own.

Good To Know

Some interesting outtakes from our 2005 interview with Crichton:

"I'm very interested in 20th-century American art."

"I have always been interested in movies and television as well as books. I see all these as media for storytelling, and I don't discriminate among them. At some periods of my life I preferred to work on movies, and at others I preferred books."

"In the early 1990s, interviewers began calling me ‘the father of the techno-thriller.' Nobody ever had before. Finally I began asking the interviewers, ‘Why do you call me that?' They said, ‘Because Tom Clancy says you are the father of the techno-thriller.' So I called Tom up and said, ‘Listen, thank you, but I'm not the father of the techno-thriller.' He said, ‘Yes you are.' I said, ‘No, I'm not, before me there were thrillers like Failsafe and Seven Days in May and The Manchurian Candidate that were techno-thrillers.' He said, ‘No, those are all political. You're the father of the techno-thriller.' And there it ended."

"My favorite recreation is to hike in the wilderness. I am fond of Hawaii."

"I used to scuba dive a lot, but haven't lately. For a time I liked to photograph sharks but like anything else, the thrill wears off. Earlier in my life I took serious risks, but I stopped when I became a parent."

"I taught myself to cook by following Indian and Szechuan recipes. They each have about 20 ingredients. I used to grind my own spices, I was really into it. Now I don't have much time to cook anymore. When I do, I cook Italian food."

"I read almost exclusively nonfiction. Most times I am researching some topic, which may or may not lead to a book. So my reading is pretty focused, although the focus can shift quickly."

"I have always been interested in whatever is missing or excluded from conventional thought. As a result I am drawn to writers who are out of fashion, bypassed, irritating, difficult, or excessive. I also like the disreputable works of famous writers. Thus I end up reading and liking Paul Feyerabend (Against Method), G. K. Chesterton (Orthodoxy, What's Wrong with the World), John Stuart Mill, Hemingway (Garden of Eden), Nietzsche, Machiavelli, Alain Finkielkraut (Defeat of the Mind), Anton Ehrenzweig (Hidden Order of Art), Arthur Koestler (Midwife Toad, Beyond Reductionism), Ian McHarg (Design with Nature), Marguerite Duras, Jung, late James M. Cain (Serenade), Paul Campos.

"Because I get up so early to work, I tend to go to bed early, around 10 or 11. So I don't go out much. I suppose I am borderline reclusive. I don't care."

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    1. Also Known As:
      John Michael Crichton (full name), Jeffery Hudson, John Lange
    2. Hometown:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 23, 1942
    2. Place of Birth:
      Chicago, Illinois
    1. Date of Death:
      November 4, 2008
    2. Place of Death:
      Los Angeles, California

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A Novel
By Michael Crichton


Copyright © 2011 Michael Crichton
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780060873028

Chapter One

Chapter 1
18 OCTOBER, 1:00 P.M.
In the second floor biology lab, Peter Jansen, twenty-three, slowly
lowered the metal tongs into the glass cage. Then, with a quick
jab, he pinned the cobra just behind its hood. The snake hissed
angrily as Jansen reached in, gripped it firmly behind the head,
raised it to the milking beaker. He swabbed the beaker membrane
with alcohol, pushed the fangs through, and watched as yellowish
venom slid down the glass.
The yield was a disappointing few milliliters. Jansen really
needed a half-dozen cobras in order to collect enough venom to
study, but there was no room for more animals in the lab. There
was a reptile facility over in Allston, but the animals there tended
to get sick; Peter wanted his snakes nearby, where he could supervise
their condition.
Venom was easily contaminated by bacteria; that was the reason
for the alcohol swab and for the bed of ice the beaker sat on. Peter's
research concerned bio-activity of certain polypeptides in cobra
venom; his work was part of a vast research interest that included
snakes, frogs, and spiders, all of which made neuroactive toxins. His
experience with snakes had made him an "envenomation specialist,"
occasionally called by hospitals to advise on exotic bites. This caused
a certain amount of envy among other graduate students in the lab;
as a group, they were highly competitive and quick to notice if anyone
got attention from the outside world. Their solution was to
complain that it was too dangerous to keep a cobra in the lab, and
that it really shouldn't be there. They referred to Peter's research as
"working with nasty herps."
None of this bothered Peter; his disposition was cheerful and
even-handed. He came from an academic family, so he didn't take
this backbiting too seriously. His parents were no longer alive,
killed in the crash of a light plane in the mountains of Northern
California. His father had been a professor of geology at UC Davis,
and his mother had taught on the medical faculty in San Francisco;
his older brother was a physicist.
Peter had returned the cobra to the cage just as Rick Hutter
came over. Hutter was twenty-four, an ethnobotanist. Lately he had
been researching analgesics found in the bark of rain forest trees.
As usual, Rick was wearing faded jeans, a denim shirt, and heavy
boots. He had a trimmed beard and a perpetual frown. "I notice
you're not wearing your gloves," he said.
"No," Peter said, "I've gotten pretty confident—"
"When I did my field work, you had to wear gloves," he said.
Rick Hutter never lost an opportunity to remind others in the lab
that he had done actual field work. He made it sound as if he had
spent years in the remote Amazon backwaters. In fact, he had spent
four months doing research in a national park in Costa Rica. "One
porter in our team didn't wear gloves, and reached down to move
a rock. Bam! Terciopelo sunk its fangs into him. Fer-de-lance, two
meters long. They had to amputate his arm. He was lucky to
survive at all."
"Uh-huh," Peter said, hoping Rick would get going. He liked
Rick, but the guy had a tendency to lecture everybody.
The person in the lab who really disliked Rick Hutter was Karen
King. Karen, a tall young woman with dark hair and angular shoulders,
was studying spider venom and spiderwebs. She overheard
Rick lecturing Peter on snakebite in the jungle, and couldn't stand
it. She had been working at a lab bench, and she snapped over her
shoulder, "Rick—you stayed in a tourist lodge in Costa Rica.
"Bullshit. We camped in the rain forest—"
"Two whole nights," Karen interrupted him, "until the mosquitoes
drove you back to the lodge."
Rick glared at Karen. His face turned red, and he opened his
mouth to say something, but didn't. Because he couldn't reply. It
was true: the mosquitoes had been hellish. He'd been afraid the
mosquitoes might give him malaria or dengue hemorrhagic fever,
so he had gone back to the lodge.
Instead of arguing with Karen King, Rick turned to Peter:
"Hey, by the way. I heard a rumor that your brother is coming
today. Isn't he the one who struck it rich with a start up company?"
"That's what he tells me."
"Well, money isn't everything. Myself, I'd never work in the
private sector. It's an intellectual desert. The best minds stay in
universities so they don't have to prostitute themselves."
Peter wasn't about to argue with Rick, whose opinions on any
subject were strongly held. But Erika Moll, the entomologist who'd
recently arrived from Munich, said, "I think you are being rigid. I
wouldn't mind working for a private company at all."
Hutter threw up his hands. "See? Prostituting."
Erika had slept with several people in the biology department,
and didn't seem to care who knew. She gave him the finger and said,
"I see you've mastered American slang," Rick said, "among other
"The other things, you wouldn't know," she said. "And you
won't." She turned to Peter. "Anyway, I see nothing wrong with a
private job."
"But what is this company, exactly?" said a soft voice. Peter
turned and saw Amar Singh, the lab's expert in plant hormones.
Amar was known for his distinctly practical turn of mind. "I mean,
what does the company do that makes it so valuable? And this is a
biological company? But your brother is a physicist, isn't he? How
does that work?"
At that moment, Peter heard Jenny Linn across the lab say,
"Wow, look at that!" She was staring out the window at the street
below. They could hear the rumble of high performance engines.
Jenny said, "Peter, look—is that your brother?"
Everyone in the lab had gone to the windows.
Peter saw his brother on the street below, beaming like a kid,
waving up at them. Eric was standing alongside a bright yellow
Ferrari convertible, his arm around a beautiful blond woman. Behind
them was a second Ferrari, gleaming black. Someone said, "Two
Ferraris! That's half a million dollars down there." The rumble of
the engines echoed off the scientific laboratories that lined Divinity
A man stepped out of the black Ferrari. He had a trim build and
expensive taste in clothes, though his look was decidedly casual.
"That's Vin Drake," Karen King said, staring out the window.
"How do you know?" Rick Hutter said to her, standing beside
"How do you not know?" Karen replied. "Vincent Drake is
probably the most successful venture capitalist in Boston."
"You ask me, it's a disgrace," Rick said. "Those cars should have
been outlawed years ago."
But nobody was listening to him. They were all heading for the
stairs, hurrying down to the street. Rick said, "What is the big
"You didn't hear?" Amar said, hurrying past Rick. "They've
come here to recruit."
"Recruit? Recruit who?"
"Anybody doing good work in the fields that we're interested in,"
Vin Drake said to the students clustered around him. "Microbiology,
entomology, chemical ecology, ethnobotany, phytopathology
—in other words, all research into the natural world at the microor
nano-level. That's what we're after, and we're hiring now. You
don't need a PhD. We don't care about that; if you're talented you
can do your thesis for us. But you will have to move to Hawaii,
because that's where the labs are."
Standing to one side, Peter embraced his brother, Eric, then
said, "Is that true? You're already hiring?"
The blond woman answered. "Yes, it's true." She stuck out her
hand and introduced herself as Alyson Bender, the CFO of the
company. Alyson Bender had a cool handshake with a crisp manner,
Peter thought. She wore a fawn colored business suit with a string
of natural pearls at her neck. "We need at least a hundred first rate
researchers by the end of the year," she said. "They're not easy to
find, even though we offer what is probably the best research
environment in the history of science."
"Oh? How is that?" Peter said. It was a pretty big claim.
"It's true," his brother said. "Vin will explain."
Peter turned to his brother's car. "Do you mind . . ." He couldn't
help himself. "Could I get in? Just for a minute?"
"Sure, go ahead."
He slipped behind the wheel, shut the door. The bucket seat was
tight, enveloping; the leather smelled rich; the instruments were big
and business-like, the steering wheel small, with unusual red buttons
on it. Sunlight gleamed off the yellow finish. Everything felt
so luxurious, he was a little uneasy; he couldn't tell if he liked this
feeling or not. He shifted in the seat, and felt something under his
thigh. He pulled out a white object that looked like a piece of popcorn.
And it was light like popcorn, too. But it was stone. He thought
the rough edges would scratch the leather; he slipped it into his
pocket and climbed out.
One car over, Rick Hutter was glowering at the black Ferrari, as
Jenny Linn admired it. "You must realize, Jenny," Rick said, "that
this car, squandering so many resources, is an offense against
Mother Earth."
"Really?" Jenny said. "Did she tell you that?" She ran her fingers
along the fender. "I think it's beautiful."
In a basement room furnished with a Formica table and a coffee
machine, Vin Drake had seated himself at the table, with Eric Jansen
and Alyson Bender, the two Nanigen executives, placed on either
side of him. The grad students clustered around, some sitting
at the table, some leaning against the wall.
"You're young scientists, starting out," Vin Drake was saying.
"So you have to deal with the reality of how your field operates.
Why, for example, is there such an emphasis on the cutting edge in
science? Why does everybody want to be there? Because all the
prizes and recognition go to new fields. Thirty years ago, when
molecular biology was new, there were lots of Nobels, lots of major
discoveries. Later, the discoveries became less fundamental, less
groundbreaking. Molecular biology was no longer new. By then the
best people had moved on to genetics, proteomics, or to work in
specialized areas: brain function, consciousness, cellular differentiation,
where the problems were immense and still unsolved. Good
strategy? Not really, because the problems remain unsolved. Turns
out it isn't enough that the field is new. There must also be new
tools. Galileo's telescope—a new vision of the universe. Leeuwenhoek's
microscope—a new vision of life. And so it continues, right
to the present: radio telescopes exploded astronomical knowledge.
Unmanned space probes rewrote our knowledge of the solar system.
The electron microscope altered cell biology. And on, and on.
New tools mean big advances. So, as young researchers, you should
be asking yourselves—who has the new tools?"
There was a brief silence. "Okay, I'll bite," someone said. "Who
has the new tools?"
"We do," Vin said. "Nanigen MicroTechnologies. Our company
has tools that will define the limits of discovery for the first
half of the twenty-first century. I'm not kidding, I'm not exaggerating.
I'm telling you the simple truth."
"Pretty big claim," Rick Hutter said. He leaned against the wall,
arms folded, clutching a paper cup of coffee.
Vin Drake looked calmly at Rick. "We don't make big claims
without a reason."
"So what exactly are your tools?" Rick went on.
"That's proprietary," Vin said. "You want to know, you sign an
NDA and come to Hawaii to see for yourself. We'll pay your airfare."
"Whenever you're ready. Tomorrow, if you want."
Vin Drake was in a hurry. He finished the presentation, and they
all filed out of the basement and went out onto Divinity Avenue, to
where the Ferraris were parked. In the October afternoon, the air
had a bite, and the trees burned with orange and russet colors.
Hawaii might have been a million miles from Massachusetts.
Peter noticed Eric wasn't listening. He had his arm around Alyson
Bender, and he was smiling, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Peter said to Alyson, "Would you mind if I took a family moment
here?" Grabbing his brother's arm, he walked him down the street
away from the others.


Excerpted from Micro by Michael Crichton Copyright © 2011 by Michael Crichton. Excerpted by permission of HarperCollins. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2011

    A 'Micro' version of a real novel

    I have never been prompted to write a review before, but I wanted to warn other Crichton fans (and ANY reader of the genre in general) that this is one ridiculous stinker of a book.

    Starts off OK, but once the whole premise (and subsequent ripping-off of 'Fantastic Voyage') commences, it goes into the area of juvenile college boys 'n girls adventure & cliches, nefarious corporate evil-doers, and reads more like an episode of the late 1970's cartoon 'Josie and the Pussycats' (I was going to use 'Scooby Doo, where are you?', but that would be too generous).

    Don't waste your time or your money on this one.

    26 out of 38 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2011

    Ok but not all Crichton

    Book was pitched as an unfinished manuscript when Chrichton died in '08, to be completed by another author.
    I wont bash the author since it has to be hard to complete a story begun by someone else. Ive read everything by Chrichton, and his voice is missing from this one. I think it got lost in the rewrites. Another book that Chrichton started before he died was Pirate Latitudes, and his voice survived the completion.
    Funny that someone said it felt like a nasty version of Honey, I shrunk the kids, because I had the same reaction.
    I really felt they jumped the shark on this one and ended up way out there. Chrichton always spun a high tech thriller that just walked the line making you say " just maybe...". This one was so far fetched it was just plain sci-fi. The only chracter I enjoyed was the Hawiian Detective who I pictured as Graham Green (yes i know hes american indian). I had trouble caring about anyone else. There were characters that were like extras, only there to be killed off, like a slasher flick.
    Im glad i didnt have to buy the hardcover to not like it. It just didnt work for me.

    16 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2012

    I don't understand the bad reviews?

    I almost didn't give this book a try because of all of the bad reviews it has...but I certainly am glad that I did. I guess every well-known author has pretentious followers, haha.
    I read the book very quickly and loved every page!

    I think if the premise sounds interesting to you, you should definitely give it a shot.

    loved it!

    12 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 8, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    The last hurrah?

    This is the second "last" book by Michael Crichton, his first was "Pirate Latitudes" published in 2009. This novel was finished by Richard Preston after Crichton's death in 2008. The addition of a new author made me wary, but I had no reason to be trepidatious. This feels like classic Michael Crichton. High-tech science is misused, lives are endangered, page-turning excitement ensues.

    I love Michael Crichton's style - I can devour his books like no other, this is no exception. Not sure how much of this is Preston's work - it blends seamlessly with Crichton's. Astounding really. I plan on checking out more books by Richard Preston in the future.

    If you're looking for an entry point, this is as fine a place to start as any; although my favorites are still: "The Andromeda Strain", "Airframe", "Timeline", and of course both "Jurassic Park" books. Fans of Michael Crichton know what to expect and should jump right in, don't bother reading the synopsis on the dust jacket, it gets a little too close to giving away plot points.

    This book would make a fine movie (also: expensive) and the ending certainly makes me hope for more. Perhaps Preston can pick up the mantle? I don't know how many more half-finished stories or ideas Michael Crichton has left behind, but if this really is the last, it's worthy of his name.

    7 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2011

    Bad bad bad

    Stupid waste of time and money

    7 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    The dark side of the nano-tech

    Michael Crichton was always one step ahead. He was our Jules Verne and HG Wells. I'm glad they finished it for him and don't complain, it's hard to finish up what someone else started. The book is entertaining and educating and will make a GREAT MOVIE.

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 23, 2011

    not so good

    Plot is the same with some of the books I have read though the characters are okay, some of the twists are not connected with the story.

    4 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

    Terrible. Why would I want to read a rehashed novel (lose term)

    Terrible. Why would I want to read a rehashed novel (lose term) of a movie made in the 80's with Rick Moranis? So bad I started skipping sections of text 300 pages in and ultimately stopped reading. The plot is boring and unoriginal, the characters never get developed beyond the obvious opposites attract love interest. He should be charged with plagiarism. Or you could call is sampling. Watch out for those ants...

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2013

    Loved it!

    The way it ended tho;sequel?

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2011

    Amusinggly Amusingly awful

    This was really SO bad that it became funny... character reaction to death...horror..unbelievable events...pretty much lets talk about high school biology...

    3 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2011


    Starts off promising and then just gets silly.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2013

    Don't waste your time.

    This book was so poorly written that it was almost painful to read. It is so empty, predictable and boring. The characters are plain and stereotyped. There is no emotion ANYWHERE to be found. You will feel no attachment to any of the characters. Ugh. Please trust me - you will not enjoy this book!
    Wish I didn't have to give it one star in order to post my review - it's not worthy of even one.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 19, 2013

    Stopped reading half way through

    Not my favorite. Even though it had some interesting tidbits abut how we look to insect and plant life when we are smaller than them, to me it was like reading a version of " honey I shrunk the kids" lost interest in the book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2012

    Another Classic

    Although I was skeptical about the topic, I believe this book was one of M.C.'s best. Only he could take the paradise of Oahu and turn it into a biological nightmare. This book belongs among the ranks of Timeline, Andromeda Strain and Next. This book is a definite must read.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2012

    Not up to par

    This book did not read like a crichton book. With nearly every other one of his books i get to the end of the book and i will look up the scientific theories used in the book. Here it just felt like they made some crap up and put it in a book. When i normally read Crichton i can tell it was done by someone with knowledge on the subject and some research had been done. This was just sloppy.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 9, 2012

    Betcha Crichton had this one shelved for years

    I've decided to set this book aside permanently. I wondered if it was just me, but saw the dozens of reviewers with the same observation I had - this book stinks. The premise is too unbelievable, and I strongly suspect it's 95% _not_ by Crichton. I will hazard a guess that this was a one chapter sketch Crichton rejected years ago.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    An amazing adventure!


    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2011


    I like phill

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2011

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    Good beginning, then boring

    Lots of good premises at beginning that were not expanded on or taken advantage of. Some fun facts about insects etc., but mostly unsuspenseful and unthrilling. Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Not a real Crichton book. Couldn't wait to finish it and get on to my next read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    The most enjoyable Crichton novel since Prey

    Micro is the most enjoyable Crichton novel since Prey. I was very happy to read the introduction Michael Crichton wrote, even if it was unfinished. I always wished he wrote more nonfiction. By the end of Micro, I knew I wasn¿t reading a Michael Crichton novel anymore. But I was enthralled by the story, and didn¿t care. (How I knew I wasn¿t reading a Michael Crichton novel is a discussion I¿ll save for another time and place.) The novel has been compared to Jurassic Park, even by Michael Crichton. But Micro is far more reminiscent of Timeline than of Jurassic Park or Prey. Micro is like a ship that changes direction so gently that you don¿t notice. Then dawn comes and the sun rises in a different spot than expected. You can grip about the change or you can enjoy the sunrise. Richard Preston took over as captain of Micro after Michael Crichton died. As the new captain, he had to sail the ship as best he could, using the former captain¿s log to navigate. Captain Preston gave the passengers a pleasantly exciting voyage, and then brought the ship safely into harbor. What more could one ask?

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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