![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I was entirely too young to be diving into Jurassic Park in the early 1990s-what I had was the next best thing, a book called Lost in Dinosaur World by children’s author Geoffrey T. Was the book in question Michael Crichton’s classic 1990 novel Jurassic Park? Nope. There was a sage dinosaur expert, and a young protagonist named Tim. There were electric fences, and automated vehicles that shuttled guests around the park. There were scenes of dinosaurs hatching in a nursery, where they were tended like domesticated livestock by uniformed park scientists. There was one book in particular, though, that captured my attention as a young boy-a fictional account of a futuristic dinosaur amusement park, fraught with danger and thrills. Dinosaur books littered our home, and I absorbed an absurd amount of information that I somehow still partially retain now. My love of learning about the extinct reptiles was no doubt an early indication for my parents of the geeky bookworm that I would become, and they responded by showering me with all the nonfiction and fiction about dinosaurs I could handle, graciously putting up with an imperious 6-year-old who demanded correct pronunciation of species names, as if the dinosaurs would be offended otherwise. As a child growing up in the 1990s, I went through a long period of infatuation-obsession, really-with dinosaurs. ![]()
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