This book is amazing. Not only does it have the great Crichton voyeuristic side of being taken into different worlds, but it also has a reveletory nature that really makes you stop and think about life. I am a super cynical person, but this book made me extremely contemplative about human nature.
Yes, a lot of it is like a time trip into the 70s (auras, bending spoons, esp) but since Crichton is SO well educated and smart, it makes it much more interesting to read about than from some new agey-type that you can just write off as being a weirdo. When hiking in the desert I've thought many times of him talking to a cactus and had a good giggle.
Also I really liked how each chapter is a self-contained story.
When oh when will he write Travels 2???