A review by ladyethyme
Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

2.0

I almost never say this but….the movie was much, much better. Had humour, better storytelling, better pacing.
This book was basically a bored, dry scholar’s recount of an interesting story….
And frankly if I have to hear the word ‘verily’ or ‘I saw with my own eyes’ ONE MORE TIME I’m going to VERILY KILL SOMEONE WITH MY OWN HANDS myself. THREE TIMES in two paragraphs….and it goes on like this through the entire book.
And the constant references to slave girls being banged wherever/whenever the men pleased got gross real fast. A whole ‘village’ where the men kept nothing but sex slaves? Critchton seems fine with this and delightedly refers to it over and over and over…