Jurassic Park

I've been going through my books, trying to pair them down to my favorites, anticipating much movement in my future. So that means rereading everything I have. And let me say this to start, Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton is staying with my collection.

Crichton opens us to the world of genetics through the cloning of dinosaurs. (Oh, come on, like the word Jurassic didn't give that away?). If you've seen the movie, you've gotten the gist of the story. A group of people go to an island to look a future park over. All hell breaks loose. But in the book, closer to what would happen in reality, they kept trying to put things back together. So, you see them continually facing new problems head on and for the most part fixing them.

And through it all, no one seemed to loose the wonderment that dinosaurs gave them. In fact, the scientists kept wanting to know more. That seemed to be a theme of the book. That scientists want to keep gaining knowledge, no matter the cost, to the point that they aren't rational or moral creatures thinking about whether they should or not go further.