[By Nic Lindh on Tuesday, 06 January 2004]
Actually, not really a review of Michael Crichton’s Timeline, as I’m unable to get more than half-way through it. A pseudo-science plot with holes so large you could drive a quantum disturbance through them, characters I don’t care about one whit, and stilted prose. What’s to like? Nothing.
It’s been a while since I couldn’t force myself to finish a novel (hey, I paid for it, I’m going to read the whole darn thing!) but this one stinks more than a fourteenth-century French peasant.