Possibly my biggest disappointment since the year started.

ImageI grew up on Michael Crichton. The Andromeda Strain. Jurassic Park. Timeline. Airframe. I loved them all.

Crichton died in 2008 with the manuscript for Micro only part finished. His family recruited science writer Richard Preston, who finished the novel using part written by Crichton and a handful of notebooks.

Oddly enough, another of the books that I remember well from my childhood was written by Preston — The Hot Zone, a non-fiction about the Ebola virus. I found it fascinating and so frightening it gave me nightmares about being stuck in a warehouse full of monkey cages with one animal loose.

You’d think I’d have to love a book by two authors I’d enjoyed before. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

Micro is about some scientists who are recruited by a growing technology company that has discovered how to shrink people — ostensibly to facilitate research of the “microworld”. The company’s CEO has murdered some people to try and keep truths from being aired. When the scientists discover what he’s done, they are shrunk and released in the Hawaiian rainforest where they have to contend with all sorts of insects that are much bigger than they are and very dangerous.

It seems like the perfect Crichton-type plot. Unfortunately, I felt the execution left much to be desired. Although packed with action, none of that action built any suspense. People died often and suddenly without me feeling a jot for them. To me, this meant something went wrong with the characterisation. The only character I identified with was one of the casualties, alienating me for the rest of the book.

I’m going to give this one a 2/5. Read their other books instead.

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