I know that this is a little bit of a weird choice, but I spent the day looking through my library to see if I still had a copy of Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park lying around. If I spent that much time looking, it’s worth an entry, right? That seems reasonable. Even if I wanted to read it as an antidote to the Power Rangers dinosaur series that my children persist in watching. Over and over and over again.
And so, adieu to Brain Wave.