Just finished reading
“Pirate lattitudes” by Crichton.
Crichton was, in my 40’s, my go-to guy for enjoyable reading, like popcorn for the mind. Sort of who King was in my late 20’s and early 30’s. Zero substance reading material that kept me entertained and my brain working. (well, Crichton was a lot more on point, most of the time, his research was incredible and his stories often almost prophetic).
Anyway, Pirate lattitudes certainly does not disapoint. One of his assistants found it complete, on his computer, ready for print. I guess there’s another one scheduled for release soon.
I’m reading “Tale of the Tigers” by Juliette Ochieng now. Took me this long to wrest it from the ogwife, who loved it.
I read Pirate Latitudes myself, and feel that it ended rather abruptly. The scene with the Kraken was stupid in a Disney sort of way and took away from my enjoyment of the book. I tend to think that the book might have undergone further revision before Crichton would have been willing to publish it. Still, it’s not a bad book for its genre.