The most frightening book I ever read was “Jurassic Park”.
Far from the adventure movie we have all seen a million times, this novel was downright evil.
I read it in one sitting.
And trust me, if you want to hear every creak in the house, jump out of your skin when your cat meows, watch the hair on your arms stand straight up and feel your throat close because you have forgotten to breathe for five minutes,
Read it at 4 am when you are home alone.
And then I went out and bought every single book Michael Crighton had written.
Some of his work I loved (“Prey”) and some I found appalling (“Rising Sun”) and one of his projects has affected me every single day that I work (“ER” – via the public’s perceptions).
Geeze, I wish I could write like he does.
Like he did.
The fact that he is dead absolutely sucks.
We’ve lost a great talent, a great intellect.
I think I’ll start at the beginning and re-read the entire catalog. Wikipedia says his last novel will be released in May of 2009.
Time to pre-order.