Why I didn’t Finish: Jurassic Park – Michael Crichton

There is a problem with that island. It is an accident waiting to happen.” (Page 77)

Title: Jurassic Park
Written by: Michael Crichton
Genre: Hard Science Fiction, Techno-thriller, Horror
Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf
Publication Date: November 20, 1990
Paperback: 400 pages Continue reading “Why I didn’t Finish: Jurassic Park – Michael Crichton”

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children – Ransom Riggs

Title: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children 
Written by: Ransom Riggs
Genre: Fantasy – Horror
Publisher: Quirk Books
Publication Date: June 11, 2011
Paperback: 352 pages Continue reading “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children – Ransom Riggs”

The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster

Who could possibly have left such an enormous package and such a strange one? For, while it was not quite square, it was definitely not round, and for its size it was larger than almost any other big package of smaller dimension that he’d ever seen.

Attached to one side was a bright-blue envelope which said simple: “FOR MILO, WHO HAS PLENTY OF TIME.” …
He thought about it for quite a while and then opened the envelope, but just to be polite.
“ONE GENUINE TURNPIKE TOLLBOOTH,” it stated — and then it went on:
“EASILY ASSEMBLED AT HOME, AND FOR USE BY THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER TRAVELED IN LANDS BEYOND.”” (Page 10) Continue reading “The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster”

Ready Player One – Ernest Cline

Halliday’s Easter egg gradually moved into the realm of urban legend, and the ever-dwindling tribe of gunters gradually became the object of ridicule….
And another year went by.
And another.
Then, on the evening of February 11th, 2045, an avatar’s name appeared on the top of the Scoreboard, for the whole world to see. After five long years, the Copper Key had finally been found, by an eighteen-year-old kid living in a trailer park on the outskirts of Oklahoma City.
That kid was me.” (Page 13-14) Continue reading “Ready Player One – Ernest Cline”

Hoot – Carl Hiaasen

Roy heard a short high-pitched coo-coo. Then, from across the lot came another…
“Wow,” Roy said, under his breath.
There, standing by the hole and peering curiously at one of the meatballs, was the smallest owl he had ever seen…
“Okay – now do you get it?”
“Yeah,” said Roy. “I get it”” (page 124) Continue reading “Hoot – Carl Hiaasen”