Science Fiction, Suspense/Thriller

Review: Jurassic Park

Cover of Jurassic Park, featuring the silhouette of a t-rex skeleton on a white background
Image from Michael Crichton

Title: Jurassic Park

Author: Michael Crichton

Genre: Science Fiction/Thriller

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An astonishing technique for recovering and cloning dinosaur DNA has been discovered. Creatures once extinct now roam Jurassic Park, soon-to-be opened as a theme park. Until something goes wrong…and science proves a dangerous toy….


I lost interest in dinosaurs in second grade, I’m not a big fan of adult books, and I wasn’t a huge fan of the Jurassic Park movie. So until it was a book club book, I had no intention of ever reading this book.

So, I want to mention characters, but I’m not sure which ones to mention. There’s Grant and Ellie the archeologists, Ian Malcom the mathematician (and my favorite character for reasons I’m not sure of), John Hammond who created the island, Hammond’s grandkids Tim and Lex, and various employees. All of them played an important part at some point or another, and I liked (or in some cases, hated) them all in varying levels. But none of them stood out as “I really liked him” or “she’s the main character.”

I was surprised that I enjoyed the plot. The movie missed a lot of details, which was sometimes a good thing but most of the time managed to keep me interested. And the rampaging dinos managed to keep my attention. Sometimes it wasn’t as thriller-y as I think it was supposed to be, probably because I didn’t care about the characters as much as I should have, but I still occasionally found myself hoping certain characters would survive (and sometimes that others would get eaten). There was a lot of gore at times, sure, but I’m not sure a book about carnivorous dinosaurs could have got away without it. Overall, I was happily interested.

My biggest problem with the book was that it got bogged down in scientific details every once in a while. I don’t care which isotopes they extracted to piece together the dinosaurs’ DNA. All I need to know is that it can be done. And as not a huge fan of chemistry or biology, I found most of the sciency stuff boring.

I didn’t exactly enjoy Jurassic Park, but I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t hate it. Do I plan on reading any more of Crichton’s books? No. But I don’t regret this read.

The Jurassic Park series:

  1. Jurassic Park
  2. The Lost World
Did Not Finish, Suspense/Thriller

Review: House

House book cover
Image from The Random Reads of a Brown Girl

Title: House

Author: Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti

Genre: Thriller

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When a strange accident leaves Jack and Stephanie stranded on a back road in Alabama, they seek shelter in the eerie Wayside Inn.  Also at the Wayside Inn are Stewart and Betty and their son, Pete, who run the place, and Randy and Leslie, victims of a similar accident and also stranded.  The four of them are victims of some backwoods pranksters, but they’re safe.  Or so they think.  They are in the middle of a killer’s game, and it becomes dreadfully clear when a tin can is tossed in with rules scratched on it.  Rule number two: He will kill everyone who comes to his house.  Rule number three: One dead body might persuade him to let rule number two slide.  One house, seven players, three rules.  Game ends at dawn.


This is one of those books I had the intention of picking up … sometime.  I’d enjoyed Frank Peretti’s Veritas Project books, and also Ted Dekker’s Skin, so I figured a book by them together would be good.  I finally ended up reading it when my mom wanted to know if she would like it.

And I didn’t even end up finishing House.

My absolute one and only problem was with the characters.  I hated them all.  Randy was a reckless hothead.  Leslie was a wimp.  Stephanie was a selfish brat.  Jack couldn’t take responsibility for his actions.  And the other three were certifiably insane.  Jack was the only character I even mildly didn’t mind, but I didn’t like him enough to finish the book.

House‘s main bad guy, I guess you would call him, was a very Dekker-esque psycho with delusions that he killed God, and he can kill anyone else who comes to this house.  The house itself was disturbing and had a mind of its own, and would rearrange itself to prevent escape.  The whole story had a creepy atmosphere – in my opinion, it’s more horror than anything.  Which automatically makes it something that I’m not going to be a huge fan of.

Honestly, even though I’m not a huge fan of horror and psychos aren’t really up my alley, but the house itself would have been enough to keep me reading – if I had liked any of the characters.  But, like I mentioned before, there wasn’t a one of them I wanted to spend a whole book with, let alone a book whose plot isn’t exactly the kind of thing I go for.

My main problem with House was me, not the book.  It strikes me as something that people who like horror/thriller books would enjoy.  It just wasn’t my thing.


Review: Skin

Skin book cover
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Title:  Skin

Author:  Ted Dekker

Genre:  Thriller

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A freak storm has spawned three tornadoes, and the town of Summerville is directly in their path.  But under the cover of the storm is a much more dangerous threat – a vindictive killer known as Red, bent on extracting revenge.  Wendy Davidson is a recovering cult survivor taking refuge in Summerville.  With her are four strangers, any one of whom could be Red’s next target.  Or Red himself.  Something is terribly wrong under the skin of Summerville…something that will destroy far more than one small town…



That’s my one-word reaction to Skin.  Wow.

I’d never read a Ted Dekker book before this.  My mother, however, is a big Ted Dekker fan (so much so that she’s been bugging me to finish this so she can read it).  Also, I was having an unsuccessful library visit, attempting to find something good in the adult section, and I knew Ted Dekker was a Christian author, so at the very least, I wouldn’t have to worry about any erotic moments.  I decided to try it.

I’d never read a book like this before – at least not one that I didn’t give up on because of too much gore.  Skin surprised me, shocked me, startled me, scared me…practically the only thing it didn’t do was bore me.

Funny thing…I didn’t notice while I was reading, but I didn’t really get a feel for any of the characters.  Sure, I wanted everybody to survive and beat the killer, but I didn’t really love any of the characters.  I would call this a plot-driven novel, because none of the characters really stood out – but the plot was spectacular.

One thing that really stood out was Wendy grew up in a cult.  This was stated early on and repeated throughout the book.  Besides the fact that it made her afraid of touching men, I’m not sure what other point this fact served.  I’m also not sure if the repetition was a good thing or a bad thing – it was just a thing.

About the only thing I had a problem with was description.  There really wasn’t much – at least not with the characters.  That wasn’t a big deal for most of the characters.  I just imagined them whatever way seemed to fit them.  But I wish Ted Dekker had described Colt a little more.  He was supposedly ugly, and I wanted to know how exactly he was ugly.  Deformed?  Scarred?  Just not handsome?

Despite that one little detail, I loved the book.  And I certainly did not expect the ending.  It was one of the best adult books I’ve read since…okay, make it the best adult book I’ve read so far.  Totally amazing.

I wonder what else Ted Dekker wrote…