So...spoiler guys...this is going to be a review. *Shocked shockingness*
The thing is...this is going to be a pretty short review, considering that I actually chose to not finish this book! *R U 4 REAL RITE NOW?* I am...And I'll tell you why!
Here's the blurb for Prey.
"In the Nevada desert, an experiment has gone horribly wrong. A cloud of nanoparticles -- micro-robots -- has escaped from the laboratory. This cloud is self-sustaining and self-reproducing. It is intelligent and learns from experience. For all practical purposes, it is alive.
It has been programmed as a predator. It is evolving swiftly, becoming more deadly with each passing hour.
Every attempt to destroy it has failed.
And we are the prey."
This is just a...I don't even know what I think of it!
Let's begin anyway, shall we?
That was until I happened to come across it for a $1 in a Salvos op shop (For those who have no idea what that is, it's the Australian/New Zealand's version of Thrift Stores or Charity shops). I instantly snagged it up, and began reading it whenever I could. During lunch breaks, before I started work, in the bath at home after work, wherever I could...
Then one of those days, I just put the book down and realised that I didn't want to read it anymore. Since then it's just been sitting on my desk, a bookmark just dangling apathetically out of the side of it...and why's that may you ask? Why are you reviewing a book which you haven't even finished?
Well, you naysayer, I am reviewing what I know of it thus far. I am reviewing the sheer annoyance from this book, and how I probably will either donate it again (The beautiful irony that it may be sent back to the op shop that I bought it from) or hiding it in my closet until I happen across it again and maybe take it up again when I am over this sheer hatred of it.
So let's point out the numerous reasons why it's so bad.
First off, the plot is fantastic. If it had been better written, I probably WOULD have finished it! I was captivated by the first few chapters, and thought that maybe I had scored majorly from how good it was seeming to be...but I was wrong.
At first, it would hint at answers that you were craving for. Everything was mysterious, new, and you were paranoid of everything...but then when you'd get a sort of glimpse of an answer, and a cliff-hanger at the end of a chapter, I just kind of sat there staring over the top of the book at something random and thought to myself...
Enough is enough. I couldn't read it. In my whole life, I've only ever put away one book, and literally could not read another word...and that was Fallen by Lauren Kate. It was awful, and sometimes I regret the hours I put into it....and now I'm adding a new book to the list. Prey by Michael Crichton is just...trying so hard to be that smart uncle that knows a lot of facts, and at parties awkwardly corners you somewhere while they go on and on about all they know, and you're just hoping to run away.
I would rate this a 1.5 out of 10. I didn't finish it, so it doesn't garner a 2, but it's not the WORST book I've ever read. I just...ugh... books, sometimes you're so good to me and I cry from joy, then other times you make me question why I even like you in the first place...