The book starts in 1665 in Port Royal, Jamaica. Whatever it was, it made for a really good read. I don’t know if it was the plot, the descriptions, or a combination of the two that made me want to be there. These weren’t Disneyfied pirates, they were womanizing killers and thieves. I wanted to be a pirate in the 17th century. You know how some books make you want to hop in your time machine and in this case your sex-change machine and be the main character in the book? Or even a supporting character? I totally wanted to do that. I must have been in the mood for some pirates, sea monsters, cannibals, and corrupt government officials. Maybe it was on some Kindle list? New releases? All I know is that unlike most of the things I buy (I am a total Kindle Hoarder, like what are they going to do stop selling certain books? Are the digital versions going to sell out? Jesus, get a grip) I read this right away. What led me to Pirate Latitudes? I honestly have no idea. So yeah, I have never seen Jurassic Park, sue me. ER was the only acquaintance I had with him and it was years and years ago when I watched that. Completely missed it, but then that may be because I have read absolutely nothing that he has written. A quick scan of Wikipedia tells me that this happened in November of 2008. Not really sure where I have been, but as it turns out Michael Crichton has died.
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