i tend to really like some and really dislike some of crichton's books. the same was true for a lot of his vignettes in this book. some seemed so poorly written, and others much better and engaging. mostly, though, i found it not particularly enjoyable to read a nonfiction book (therefore with no promise or hope of a character working his way through his issues along the story arc) about someone so profoundly dissatisfied with everything, in constant search of something without knowledge of what he's searching for. i do think this was written pretty honestly, as the majority of this book doesn't paint crichton in a terribly good light, and i do appreciate that. it's not all bad, it's just not all that good.