This book is the literary equivalent of those cheesy sci-fi thriller movies -- you know, the kind where a whole bunch of characters set off on an adventure and then one by one they die off until only one or two are left. And like those movies, Micro was entertaining, but it was a rather shallow reading experience.I don't know how much of the book was completed by Michael Crichton before his death and how much was picked up by Richard Preston. I also don't know how far Crichton got in his research and editing. I just know that Micro had nowhere near the depth and detail compared to his past books, in all aspects but especially in the science. Books like Jurassic Park and Timeline at least tried to convince the reader that their premises were plausible; in contrast, parts of Micro read like a bunch of outline and research notes thrown together.
