Congo by Michael Crichton right now. I have this guilty love of commercial thrillers. Crichton doesn't saturate with sensory details quite the way I like (I crave sensory details like chocolate) but he has a way of blending fact and fiction, research and yarn-spinning in a seamless way. Whether it's dinosaurs, time travel, or a predatory species of gorilla impeding a diamond hunting expedition, I somehow buy whatever he's selling. And, it's just fun. I love to dive into a world or specialty I know nothing about and feel like I'm learning while I'm gripping the edge of my seat.
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