Nominated as one of America’s best-loved novels by PBS’s The Great American Read
“[Michael] Crichton’s dinosaurs are genuinely frightening.”—Chicago Sun-Times
An astonishing technique for recovering and cloning dinosaur DNA has been discovered. Now humankind’s most thrilling fantasies have come true. Creatures extinct for eons roam Jurassic Park with their awesome presence and profound mystery, and all the world can visit them—for a price.
Until something goes wrong. . . .
In Jurassic Park, Michael Crichton taps all his mesmerizing talent and scientific brilliance to create his most electrifying technothriller.
Praise for Jurassic Park
“Wonderful . . . powerful.”—The Washington Post Book World
“Frighteningly real . . . compelling . . . It’ll keep you riveted.”—The Detroit News
“Full of suspense.”—The New York Times Book Review
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About the Author
Hometown:Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:October 23, 1942
Date of Death:November 4, 2008
Place of Birth:Chicago, Illinois
Place of Death:Los Angeles, California
Education:B.A.. in Anthropology, Harvard University, 1964; M.D., Harvard Medical School, 1969
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Mike Bowman whistled cheerfully as he drove the Land Rover through the Cabo Blanco Biological Reserve, on the west coast of Costa Rica. It was a beautiful morning in July, and the road before him was spectacular: hugging the edge of a cliff, overlooking the jungle and the blue Pacific. According to the guidebooks, Cabo Blanco was unspoiled wilderness, almost a paradise. Seeing it now made Bowman feel as if the vacation was back on track.
Bowman, a thirty-six-year-old real estate developer from Dallas, had come to Costa Rica with his wife and daughter for a two-week holiday. The trip had actually been his wife’s idea; for weeks Ellen had filled his ear about the wonderful national parks of Costa Rica, and how good it would be for Tina to see them. Then, when they arrived, it turned out Ellen had an appointment to see a plastic surgeon in San Jose. That was the first Mike Bowman had heard about the excellent and inexpensive plastic surgery available in Costa Rica, and all the luxurious private clinics in San Jose.
Of course they’d had a huge fight. Mike felt she’d lied to him, and she had. And he put his foot down about this plastic surgery business. Anyway, it was ridiculous, Ellen was only thirty, and she was a beautiful woman. Hell, she’d been Homecoming Queen her senior year at Rice, and that was not even ten years earlier. But Ellen tended to be insecure, and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.
That, and everything else.
The Land Rover bounced in a pothole, splashing mud. Seated beside him, Ellen said, “Mike, are you sure this is the right road? We haven’t seen any other people for hours.”
“There was another car fifteen minutes ago,” he reminded her. “Remember, the blue one?”
“Going the other way . . .”
“Darling, you wanted a deserted beach,” he said, “and that’s what you’re going to get.”
Ellen shook her head doubtfully. “I hope you’re right.”
“Yeah, Dad, I hope you’re right,” said Christina, from the backseat. She was eight years old.
“Trust me, I’m right.” He drove in silence a moment. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Look at that view. It’s beautiful.”
“It’s okay,” Tina said.
Ellen got out a compact and looked at herself in the mirror, pressing under her eyes. She sighed, and put the compact away.
The road began to descend, and Mike Bowman concentrated on driving. Suddenly a small black shape flashed across the road and Tina shrieked, “Look! Look!” Then it was gone, into the jungle.
“What was it?” Ellen asked. “A monkey?”
“Maybe a squirrel monkey,” Bowman said.
“Can I count it?” Tina said, taking her pencil out. She was keeping a list of all the animals she had seen on her trip, as a project for school.
“I don’t know,” Mike said doubtfully.
Tina consulted the pictures in the guidebook. “I don’t think it was a squirrel monkey,” she said. “I think it was just another howler.” They had seen several howler monkeys already on their trip.
“Hey,” she said, more brightly. “According to this book, ‘the beaches of Cabo Blanco are frequented by a variety of wildlife, including howler and white-faced monkeys, three-toed sloths, and coatimundis.’ You think we’ll see a three-toed sloth, Dad?”
“I bet we do.”
“Just look in the mirror.”
“Very funny, Dad.”
The road sloped downward through the jungle, toward the ocean.
Mike Bowman felt like a hero when they finally reached the beach: a two-mile crescent of white sand, utterly deserted. He parked the Land Rover in the shade of the palm trees that fringed the beach, and got out the box lunches. Ellen changed into her bathing suit, saying, “Honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to get this weight off.”
“You look great, hon.” Actually, he felt that she was too thin, but he had learned not to mention that.
Tina was already running down the beach.
“Don’t forget you need your sunscreen,” Ellen called.
“Later,” Tina shouted, over her shoulder. “I’m going to see if there’s a sloth.”
Ellen Bowman looked around at the beach, and the trees. “You think she’s all right?”
“Honey, there’s nobody here for miles,” Mike said.
“What about snakes?”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Mike Bowman said. “There’s no snakes on a beach.”
“Well, there might be. . . .”
“Honey,” he said firmly. “Snakes are cold-blooded. They’re reptiles. They can’t control their body temperature. It’s ninety degrees on that sand. If a snake came out, it’d be cooked. Believe me. There’s no snakes on the beach.” He watched his daughter scampering down the beach, a dark spot on the white sand. “Let her go. Let her have a good time.”
He put his arm around his wife’s waist.
Tina ran until she was exhausted, and then she threw herself down on the sand and gleefully rolled to the water’s edge. The ocean was warm, and there was hardly any surf at all. She sat for a while, catching her breath, and then she looked back toward her parents and the car, to see how far she had come.
Her mother waved, beckoning her to return. Tina waved back cheerfully, pretending she didn’t understand. Tina didn’t want to put sunscreen on. And she didn’t want to go back and hear her mother talk about losing weight. She wanted to stay right here, and maybe see a sloth.
Tina had seen a sloth two days earlier at the zoo in San Jose. It looked like a Muppets character, and it seemed harmless. In any case, it couldn’t move fast; she could easily outrun it.
Now her mother was calling to her, and Tina decided to move out of the sun, back from the water, to the shade of the palm trees. In this part of the beach, the palm trees overhung a gnarled tangle of mangrove roots, which blocked any attempt to penetrate inland. Tina sat in the sand and kicked the dried mangrove leaves. She noticed many bird tracks in the sand. Costa Rica was famous for its birds. The guidebooks said there were three times as many birds in Costa Rica as in all of America and Canada.
In the sand, some of the three-toed bird tracks were small, and so faint they could hardly be seen. Other tracks were large, and cut deeper in the sand. Tina was looking idly at the tracks when she heard a chirping, followed by a rustling in the mangrove thicket.
Did sloths make a chirping sound? Tina didn’t think so, but she wasn’t sure. The chirping was probably some ocean bird. She waited quietly, not moving, hearing the rustling again, and finally she saw the source of the sounds. A few yards away, a lizard emerged from the mangrove roots and peered at her.
Tina held her breath. A new animal for her list! The lizard stood up on its hind legs, balancing on its thick tail, and stared at her. Standing like that, it was almost a foot tall, dark green with brown stripes along its back. Its tiny front legs ended in little lizard fingers that wiggled in the air. The lizard cocked its head as it looked at her.
Tina thought it was cute. Sort of like a big salamander. She raised her hand and wiggled her fingers back.
The lizard wasn’t frightened. It came toward her, walking upright on its hind legs. It was hardly bigger than a chicken, and like a chicken it bobbed its head as it walked. Tina thought it would make a wonderful pet.
She noticed that the lizard left three-toed tracks that looked exactly like bird tracks. The lizard came closer to Tina. She kept her body still, not wanting to frighten the little animal. She was amazed that it would come so close, but she remembered that this was a national park. All the animals in the park would know that they were protected. This lizard was probably tame. Maybe it even expected her to give it some food. Unfortunately she didn’t have any. Slowly, Tina extended her hand, palm open, to show she didn’t have any food.
The lizard paused, cocked his head, and chirped.
“Sorry,” Tina said. “I just don’t have anything.”
And then, without warning, the lizard jumped up onto her outstretched hand. Tina could feel its little toes pinching the skin of her palm, and she felt the surprising weight of the animal’s body pressing her arm down.
And then the lizard scrambled up her arm, toward her face.
“I just wish I could see her,” Ellen Bowman said, squinting in the sunlight. “That’s all. Just see her.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mike said, picking through the box lunch packed by the hotel. There was unappetizing grilled chicken, and some kind of a meat-filled pastry. Not that Ellen would eat any of it.
“You don’t think she’d leave the beach?” Ellen said.
“No, hon, I don’t.”
“I feel so isolated here,” Ellen said.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Mike Bowman said.
“Well, then, what’s the problem?”
“I just wish I could see her, is all,” Ellen said.
Then, from down the beach, carried by the wind, they heard their daughter’s voice. She was screaming.
“I think she is quite comfortable now,” Dr. Cruz said, lowering the plastic flap of the oxygen tent around Tina as she slept. Mike Bowman sat beside the bed, close to his daughter. Mike thought Dr. Cruz was probably pretty capable; he spoke excellent English, the result of training at medical centers in London and Baltimore. Dr. Cruz radiated competence, and the Clinica Santa Maria, the modern hospital in Puntarenas, was spotless and efficient.
But, even so, Mike Bowman felt nervous. There was no getting around the fact that his only daughter was desperately ill, and they were far from home.
When Mike had first reached Tina, she was screaming hysterically. Her whole left arm was bloody, covered with a profusion of small bites, each the size of a thumbprint. And there were flecks of sticky foam on her arm, like a foamy saliva.
He carried her back down the beach. Almost immediately her arm began to redden and swell. Mike would not soon forget the frantic drive back to civilization, the four-wheel-drive Land Rover slipping and sliding up the muddy track into the hills, while his daughter screamed in fear and pain, and her arm grew more bloated and red. Long before they reached the park boundaries, the swelling had spread to her neck, and then Tina began to have trouble breathing. . . .
“She’ll be all right now?” Ellen said, staring through the plastic oxygen tent.
“I believe so,” Dr. Cruz said. “I have given her another dose of steroids, and her breathing is much easier. And you can see the edema in her arm is greatly reduced.”
Mike Bowman said, “About those bites . . .”
“We have no identification yet,” the doctor said. “I myself haven’t seen bites like that before. But you’ll notice they are disappearing. It’s already quite difficult to make them out. Fortunately I have taken photographs for reference. And I have washed her arm to collect some samples of the sticky saliva--one for analysis here, a second to send to the labs in San Jose, and the third we will keep frozen in case it is needed. Do you have the picture she made?”
“Yes,” Mike Bowman said. He handed the doctor the sketch that Tina had drawn, in response to questions from the admitting officials.
“This is the animal that bit her?” Dr. Cruz said, looking at the picture.
“Yes,” Mike Bowman said. “She said it was a green lizard, the size of a chicken or a crow.”
“I don’t know of such a lizard,” the doctor said. “She has drawn it standing on its hind legs. . . .”
“That’s right,” Mike Bowman said. “She said it walked on its hind legs.”
Dr. Cruz frowned. He stared at the picture a while longer. “I am not an expert. I’ve asked for Dr. Guitierrez to visit us here. He is a senior researcher at the Reserva Biologica de Carara, which is across the bay. Perhaps he can identify the animal for us.”
“Isn’t there someone from Cabo Blanco?” Bowman asked. “That’s where she was bitten.”
“Unfortunately not,” Dr. Cruz said. “Cabo Blanco has no permanent staff, and no researcher has worked there for some time. You were probably the first people to walk on that beach in several months. But I am sure you will find Dr. Guitierrez to be knowledgeable.”
Dr. Guitierrez turned out to be a bearded man wearing khaki shorts and shirt. The surprise was that he was American. He was introduced to the Bowmans, saying in a soft Southern accent, “Mr. and Mrs. Bowman, how you doing, nice to meet you,” and then explaining that he was a field biologist from Yale who had worked in Costa Rica for the last five years. Marty Guitierrez examined Tina thoroughly, lifting her arm gently, peering closely at each of the bites with a penlight, then measuring them with a small pocket ruler. After a while, Guitierrez stepped away, nodding to himself as if he had understood something. He then inspected the Polaroids, and asked several questions about the saliva, which Cruz told him was still being tested in the lab.
Finally he turned to Mike Bowman and his wife, waiting tensely. “I think Tina’s going to be fine. I just want to be clear about a few details,” he said, making notes in a precise hand. “Your daughter says she was bitten by a green lizard, approximately one foot high, which walked upright onto the beach from the mangrove swamp?”
“That’s right, yes.”
“And the lizard made some kind of a vocalization?”
“Tina said it chirped, or squeaked.”
“Like a mouse, would you say?”
“Well, then,” Dr. Guitierrez said, “I know this lizard.” He explained that, of the six thousand species of lizards in the world, no more than a dozen species walked upright. Of those species, only four were found in Latin America. And judging by the coloration, the lizard could be only one of the four. “I am sure this lizard was a Basiliscus amoratus, a striped basilisk lizard, found here in Costa Rica and also in Honduras. Standing on their hind legs, they are sometimes as tall as a foot.”
“Are they poisonous?”
“No, Mrs. Bowman. Not at all.” Guitierrez explained that the swelling in Tina’s arm was an allergic reaction. “According to the literature, fourteen percent of people are strongly allergic to reptiles,” he said, “and your daughter seems to be one of them.”
“She was screaming, she said it was so painful.”
“Probably it was,” Guitierrez said. “Reptile saliva contains serotonin, which causes tremendous pain.” He turned to Cruz. “Her blood pressure came down with antihistamines?”
“Yes,” Cruz said. “Promptly.”
“Serotonin,” Guitierrez said. “No question.”
Still, Ellen Bowman remained uneasy. “But why would a lizard bite her in the first place?”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
On a foggy, Caribbean island, scientists have ushered in the rebirth of dinosaurs. Now, dinosaurs roam the face of the Earth, but is this, mankind's greatest breakthrough or its worst nightmare? In a single phrase, Jurassic Park can be described as a thriller with dinosaurs, but it's so much more. Michael Crichton does an excellent job of forging a fast-paced, suspenseful plot with teeth. While the novel is an essence of science fiction, Jurassic Park brings back the childhood excitement of dinosaurs. The novel lashes out and grasps our imagination, all while morphing it into a fear of the unknown. We can only read, as we ricochet down this dinosaur rollercoaster, leaving us wanting more. Filled with facts, action, and dinosaurs, Jurassic Park is a necessary read for any teen. The novel also sports a wide spectrum of characters. Through them, Crichton weaves his message on the dangers of science into his masterpiece. Ian Malcolm, a character from the book, is Crichton's mouth that laments science and makes us ask the big question, "Is humanity as superior as we think it is?" The novel gives a great philosophical standpoint accented with suspense, resulting in a great read. Jurassic Park has sold millions of copies worldwide and there's a reason. Readers find themselves enthralled in Crichton's web and can’t get enough. Crichton expands and builds upon on his experience and sci-fi thrillers, as he adds Jurassic Park to his Congo and Andromeda Strain. In my personal experience with the book, I found myself turning page after page, with excitement and suspense. I managed to read the whole novel in the course of a week, proving that Jurassic Park is definitely a book you can easily pick up, but hard to put down. I strongly recommend this book to the scientists and the scientists-to-be in your lives. With such a unique setting and thought-provoking plot, Jurassic Park is the best dinosaur novel ever written.
I got this book for homework so I really didnt like reading but about 50 pages later I couldnt put it down. Sometimes I even skipped gaming for this book. It is the best novel ever!! Buy it and youll see. Sadly Michael Crigton died in 2008 : (
I cannot believe this book. I promise that if you read it you will agree with me when I say that the movie never had a chance of bringing justice to this literary masterpiece. The movie even missed all the different turning points and personalities in the book. When you begin be prepared to be blown away.
I am only ten years old, sorry eleven years old, but this book is my favorite book of all time. The book has a lot of tense moments an it has a very unique beginning. For my fifth grade yearbook I am changing my favorite book to Jurassic Park. Only one flaw, some of the dinosaurs are from different periods, not the Jurassic period. Plus i am a girl my friends think it is odd i like this stuff. The first 2 movies are good the third doesn't have any real structure.
In Jurassic Park, Michael Crichton has yet again succeeded in writing an amazing and thrilling story. This novel is one of the most thrilling novels of its age because of its high level of suspense. Crichton is able to successfully snatch the reader into this world of fear through the third-person narration and descriptive writing that allows the reader to experience every ounce of fear that the characters in the book are feeling. Jurassic Park tells the tale of the investigation of the newest invention of the InGen Corporation, a zoo/theme park venture were the main attraction is real live genetically engineered dinosaurs. Since this new park's attraction is such a liability, John Hammond (the CEO of InGen) is forced to have the park investigated by a couple of professionals. But during the maiden tour of this island, something goes wrong that drags the people on the island into a horror filled weekend caused by animals that have been extinct for 60 million years. While this is one of the best thriller novels of its age, Jurassic Park is flawed by graphs and language that are shown in the book that not everybody would understand. Also, there are some parts of the book that it seems the characters are preaching to you about the types if ethical beliefs that you should have. But despite the pointless graphs, the hard to understand genetics lingo, and the apparent sermons that occur at points in the book, this is still one of the best thriller novels of the age that will keep you on the edge of your seat from page 1 to 399.
I Thoroughly enjoyed the book, especially the part where.....well I cant tell you that. But it was the best, most thrilling novel I've read in months. COMPELLING!
Very well written, scientific, and most of all: INTERESTING, SUSPENSFUL, and did I say SUSPENSEFUL! Wow. Yeah this book was hard to put down. This was not like the movie because it was SO MUCH BETTER than the movie! It's actually almost erie in some points. Way less cheesy than the movie. BUY IT!!!!!!!!!
This is a truly great work of writing from a truly great author. I read it for the first time when I was 10 and ever since then I've read it about 20 times. Along with his other works.
Im just about to read this book it seems amazing i love the movies lets just see how i like it...
This ended up on the To Be Read Challenge list when I mentioned to my friend Eric Bauman that despite having seen the movie when it came out, I remember absolutely nothing of the story and had never read the book. In fact, had never read anything by Michael Crichton. A few days later, Jurassic Park ended up in my hands. I can't say whether it's Eric's favorite Crichton book, but as we'd been discussing the movie, it made sense that this was the one he'd start me off with. And I wanted to love the book, I really did. But if I'm being honest (as I try to be in all of my reviews), I only kinda liked it; I've certainly read many of what (in my opinion) are better books this year alone. Merely liking the book is not enough to turn me off of Crichton, of course. He's such a well-regarded writer amongst my friends that I can't write him off. But I'm pretty sure my next Crichton book will not be the sequel to Jurassic Park. (Most likely, it'll be one of the eight crime novels Crichton wrote under the name John Lange, all recently brought back into print by Hard Case Crime.) What I liked about the book was the thriller aspect of it: Crichton crafts the novel very much like a high-tech amusement park ride: slow out of the gate, setting the stage, then picking up speed and whipping the reader around, disorienting, unsure where the next turn is going to toss us, only knowing the end is near because of the number of pages left between the bookmark and the back cover. And I did honestly feel that pretty much every character was in peril -- even the two kids, who under many authors' hands would be guaranteed safe from the start. I enjoyed the descriptions of the Park itself and of course had no problem picturing what the dinosaurs looked like. And the science sounded plausible to me, in terms of the cloning, the failsafes, and why the failsafes failed. I can't claim to have understood most of Malcolm's ramblings about Chaos Theory, but then again I've never been very good with science or math, so I didn't let that lack of comprehension influence my opinion of the book. My disappointment with the book, and I wholly admit that this is a personal problem and that I'm sure most other people's opinions don't agree, is the characters. Despite being given copious character history and opportunities to see them interact, I didn't really feel them as people, as compelling individuals. Yes, I was concerned about their fates, but largely because in a thriller like this you're supposed to be kept guessing as to who will survive and who won't (and Crichton, as I said, does an excellent job of building that tension, releasing it, and building it again), and you're supposed to feel bad if a good guy gets killed and cheer if a bad guy does. And that's how I viewed the characters, all of whose names I've already forgotten: The White Hats and the Black Hats, all chess pieces to be moved around so the rollercoaster Crichton is creating moves the way it's supposed to. The characters service the action, not the other way around, and I think I just expected a little less Trope and a little more individuality in the characters after the way I've heard people talk about the book. Hence, liking the book enough to give it three stars but not enough to give it a higher rating.
I am 13 years old and I enjoyed this book massively. The only problem with the book is that not all the dinosaurs are from the jurassic period like the pteradactals. My favorite character is the mathmatician because he predicted jurassic park wouldn't work. The book is also way better than the movie.
Jurassic Park in my opinion is a very good a book. There are many parts of the book that create pictures of unimaginal dinosaurs with huge, sharp teeth and big claws. The suspense and excitment of Jurassic Park are enough to keep your will to flip the next page high. Overall I think Jurassic Park is a moderatly good book and I encourage people of all ages to read this book.
This book was a great read. It was exciting, thrilling and non-stop good time. I nearly screamed when i got to the waterfall scene. Made me cry like a baby! It's Micheal Crighton at his best. Can't wait to read 'Time Line', But my FATHER is being slow with it...Darn parents.
Great story, quite an adventure.
Thrilling and rich in detail. The writing and adventure captivate you and make you lose track of time; it's a definite page-turner. Details are thorough and put you in the scene, sometimes painfully so when there are graphic moments. Fantastic read!
I love the way crichton writes
I've always like the Jurassic park movies and was really excited to read this book. This book starts off the same as the movie, we meet Dr. Alan Grant and his assistant which have been working on finding infant dinosaurs bones. They're approached by a man and they begin to talk details of their job and background history off past events. The companies boss John Hammond invites them to his theme park for the weekend and they agree and go. They arrive at the island meeting some others in their field of work and begin to take the tour. Just like the movie they get stuck in a storm and the T-rex escapes and the Raptors as well. I loved this book because of the similarities to the movie. I realized some changes in the book as well. A major difference is Malcom the mathematician in the movie we only get to hear his theory of "life will find a way" and that's about it. but in the book we see so much more of him and how many more theories he has of the park. I also realized that I was over halfway through the book and the characters had just stopped near the T-Res padlock and just how long it took to get to that point. over all I would recommend this book since it's so close tot the movie and just how amazing it was to read about the experience if you don't like the movie then maybe this book will change that since this book dives a lot more deeper into characters and you really get to understand the risk of the park when reading it rather than watching it.
Lots more action they didn’t put in the movie
This one was good, and though I've seen all three movies, I just couldn't bring myself to read The Lost World book. Still, if you're looking for a fantasy book that doesn't have elves and goblins, this is the ticket.
This book was amazing - one of the very few that truly creeped me out and had me scared to walk around the bed for fear a raptor was underneath. LOL.
Is it great literature? Nope, but I like it very much just the same. Before Crichton got all preachy, he was more focused and this is an excellent thriller. A bit more in depth than the movie. Don't read it if you want great characterization...anyone who goes to Crichton and expects that is a fool. Expect decent science, zippy dialogue and fast-paced action and you'll be rewarded.
I hadn¿t heard about this book until the first movie was released. My initial reaction was, ¿it¿s a horror flick with dinosaurs ¿ no way!¿ Luckily, I ended up seeing the movie at a dorm party after it was released on DVD. I enjoyed the movie, despite my misgivings and thought, ¿how bad can the book be?¿ Turned out that, as is often the case, the book was far superior to the film.I thought it would be a horror novel, but Jurassic Park is actually a science fiction thriller. A SciFi thriller that made me a loyal fan of Michael Crichton. John Hammond has found a way to recreate living dinosaurs. And he is far less grandfatherly and sentimental than the film version. He¿s a businessman out to make money, who will let nothing stand in his way. One of the things that makes the book so much better is the emphasis on the science. In the movie viewers are like, ¿yeah sure, they make dinosaurs, disbelief suspended.¿ In the book, Crichton lays it out with creepy realism, formulas and charts. At some points, it becomes a little too much and I actually skimmed overly some highly technical bits, but overall it adds to the credibility of the story. Crichton also lays out the computer science in more detail, such as the motions sensor tracking, the flaws in a mainframe system, etc. I was drawn into the novel in a way not possible with the movie. The character development is also top notch. Ian becomes more than a loony fringe scientist, and Hammond is much better as a quasi-villain. However, the kids got on my last nerve. They weren¿t as well developed as the adult characters, too mired in stereotypical ¿kidness.¿ The little girl¿s constant whining was really annoying . However, that was the only aspect of the novel that I didn¿t care for. The dialog was great, the action sequences vivid and the ending more than satisfying.Overall, this was a tight, fast paced novel. Crichton obviously did his research, making the science very real, but the action and adventure made the story come alive. With the advent of cloning, the book still stands strong today. Highly recommended to anyone who enjoys a good thriller.
This is a great book that expands on the movies in a fascinating way. The movie is focused on action, which makes sense. But the book goes into a lot more detail about the science, facts, and logic behind the experiments. There is a lot more information on Chaos Theory that's pretty interesting to read.