This is one of those books that saddens me for having had it on the back burner for so long. I didn’t particularly enjoy the movies, and though I don’t equate books to their Hollywood counterparts by any means, I sometimes find that the material of one itself doesn’t interest me enough to warrant exploring the other. Make no mistake, Crichton’s edge-of-your-seat masterpiece has me regretting prolonged avoidance of this book more than when I finally read the Harry Potter Series. He is as much a master literary craftsman as he is a well researched scientific ambassador. I thought my days of paleontology intrigue were far in my past until now.