I'm re-reading "Timeline" by Michael Crichton. When I first read it I thought it was perhaps one of Crichton's worst pieces. Then for some reason last week we watched the movie that was made of it, and thought "Gee, that was pretty bad too!" But I picked up the book and started reading it again, but this time for some reason enjoying it! I can't understand why. I know what's going to happen, so there is no suspense. The characters aren't particularly deep so that can't be it. But something keeps me reading it. Go figure...
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