I picked this as my beach vaca read this year. Good choice me.
I first read Jurassic Park in 1992-ish while in high school: pre-original movie, pre-CGI, and pre-internet. I loved it then, before anyone had given me any visuals. My imagination was all I needed. Poor Henry Wu.
Today, I found just as much magic as the first time--and maybe even more as my adult experiences have given me more perspective on life, death, and what it would actually mean to get eaten by a dinosaur.
And now I can have another 23 years to picture Henry Wu's guts being eaten while he's still alive by the Velociraptors he created.