Yes, I'm serious. Hated the book. It read like someone else trying to write a sequel to Jurassic Park and trying hard to sound like Crichton. While reading it, I had trouble believing that it actually
was written by him.
And here's another thing that pi$$ed me off about the book and how it was obviously written purely to be turned into a Spielberg sequel: in the book (spoilers), Malcom dies. No ambiguity about it. He dies...succumbs to the injuries he suffered with the T Rex. Now, Spielberg decided to change that in the movie. Not a surprise, really. When you have Jeff Goldblum doing his Jeff Goldblum thing, you don't want to just kill him off.
Now, Crichton backs himself in a corner because, instead of basing the sequel around the dinosaur expert (you know, the only character that it makes sense to return to an island of dinosaurs), he instead wants (or was pressured) to have the main character be Goldblum's Malcom character. Who he had killed off. So, when his novel starts, we learn that Malcom wasn't dead after all.....

And that's seriously about the extent of the explanation of how he survived. It was insulting.
Nope. I hated this book.