In the middle of the South Pacific, a thousand feet below the surface of the water, a huge vessel is discovered resting on the ocean floor. It is a spaceship of phenomenal dimensions, apparently undamaged by its fall from the sky. And, most startling, it appears to be at least three hundred years old.
But even more fantastic—and frightening—is what waits inside . . .
Okay, so this turned from my read-before-bedtime book to my stay-up-all-night-and-wake-up-early-to-finish book.
I really like other books from Michael Crichton, and this one turned out no different. I like that his books have enough facts and pseudo-science that you think it might have actually happened. And with this particular book, there's no way to prove that it didn't happen.
I wasn't expecting this book to be quite as psychological as it was. But it turned out that the main character was psychologist and the whole premise of the book is psychological. That really threw me for a twist when I was expecting some kind of alien book. But in some ways, it was necessary. This book wouldn't have been anything without the psychological perspective.
Moby Dick, or The Whale.