The Loss of A Great Author

Today I read with sadness the passing of one of my favorite authors, Michael Crichton. At the age of only 66, Michael succumbed to cancer. The author of numerous books and the possessor of a great deal of scientific knowledge, he will be greatly missed by his legions of fans, of which I am one. I first became a fan after reading Timeline. I was captivated by it and could not put it down. I felt so disappointed after reading the last page because I just wanted the story to go on and on. Crichton's excellent writing style and story-telling genius kept me spellbound with each sentence. He made me feel like I was right in the middle of the action in every scene, and it was breathtaking.

I read Jurassic Park, of course, and Sphere. So far, Timeline is my favorite, hands down. If you haven't read it, grab a copy as soon as you can. It will hook you from the first page to the last. But don't bother watching the movie version, as it was a joke, in my opinion.

I have a lot of catching up to do with his other books, and I think State of Fear and Disclosure will be my next picks, in that order. I look forward to reading and then sharing my thoughts on these next two.

Crichton loved the works of Mark Twain and Alfred Hitchcock. They were his role models.

I am deeply saddened by his passing, and I know I shall cherish his writings all the more now that he's gone.

"Thank You," Michael, and may you rest in peace.