When I was a young lad, about eight or so I think, I got Michael Chricton’s “Jurassic Park” for christmas. Not an unusual present I would have thought, but it marked my first venture into “adult” reading and not adult as in ‘adult’ (as a side note a pub in Blessington has a sign that says “adult dancing” when we asked – innocently – what this meant, it didn’t mean tits but adults dancing – they should have included that extra ‘s’). So I read it and my impressions was that it was good and with enough interesting similarities to the movie to keep me hooked. There were, obviously, a lot that would have gone over my head as it is very sceincey. I then read the sequel “The Lost World” and liked it just as much. The film is also quite good as well.
So when I found them on Amazon for a fiver each I bought them and started to re-read them. I am surprised by how much I remembered. This is probably because it is a familiar story – it was a massive film and almost identical to Westworld – someone else has noticed that right? right? – anywho.
It is an odd sensation as you spot things that are similar (such as how they count the Dinosaurs) and things that are unfamiliar (such as the opening two chapters). It is helped that they are good books and not RL Stine which I was also reading at the time.