I am going to prepare a statement which I will require my doctor to sign when I give blood, urine or any tissue. It will say that I am the sole owner of anything that comes from my body, blood, biopsies, urine, cervical samples, moles, warts, even callouses. Of Michael Criton's books this is the most disturbing and least science fiction book that he has written. My acclaim of the author is spotty, but this book raises issues that each of us must consider in respect to the well being of ourselves, family members, our privacy, and our ability to protect our physical bodies from abuse while we are alive. It involves our individual rights and much more personally than our right to vote or publically express our opinion.
This marathon totally ignores the real issues between Israel and Palestine. It is singularly uniformed, pie in the sky wishful thinking. Better to classify it under romance novels or science fiction. It goes on and on to a warm fuzzy ending between a Jew and a Muslim - except the Muslim is Egyptian.... not a player. The high note is, that with a few exceptions, the reader got most of his Egyptian Arabic pronunciations right. It is also a very weak thriller if that is where one wants to classify it. If you want to have a class for idealistic writing and wishful thinking I would upgrade it a star.
I love this series, but who would have contracted a reader who makes Lindley sound like an old slightly crotchety man. Yuk. He is supposed to be young cultured and vital.
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