I'm Surprised You All Haven't Called About The Sound Of Teeth Gnashing

I have been given Michael Chrichton's newest book State of Fear to read by a co-worker because he wanted to know how "real" Chrichton's trip to Antarctica for the characters was.  I have obliged him because I expected it to be a swift, somewhat engaging, read as Chrichton can be.

I am just short of pissing blood in disgust here.  I haven't been this annoyed since I hurled The Da Vinci Code against a wall for being a shitty rip off of the Holy Blood, Holy Grail conspiracy theory.

I WILL finish this book out of spite now.  Then I will spew forth with great anger and terrible fury upon this papery thing that barely deserves to be called a book.  Even if it had been printed on two-ply quilted, I probably wouldn't be willing to wipe myself with it.

"Weddell Station"...jeez. I can understand why the Kiwis didn't give him the rights to call it by it's proper name, Scott Base.  This gives the Holy Mother the filthy sanchez most definitely.  It is possibly squicking Balthazar.