Michael Crichton: Jurassic Park, Jurassic World

I've been quite under the weather for some time, and not reading much. I have been watching a lot of mindless disaster movies, including all four Jurassic Park/World flicks, and they have been entertaining in a suitably mindless way. Nonetheless, holes in the plots so big you could herd an Indomitius Rex through In the films led me to read the two novels from which the series was derived, and it pleases me to report that the holes in the books are much smaller.

I found it interesting how elements from the two books were tossed willy-nilly into the movies. The opening scene from the first book is moved from Costa Rica to Isla Sorna, and opens the second film. The computer hacker girl from the second book becomes the computer hacker girl in the first film. And so on.

Nonetheless, the books were, like other Michael Crichton science thrillers I've read, fast-paced and enjoyable light reading, and they helped pass the time for this increasingly invalid reader.