Although Spielberg's face remained calm, a storm had brewed inside him. He had seen Michael Crichton's novel, which occupied a high position on the New York Times bestseller list, at the end of last year. After a cursory glance, he already had the idea of bringing it to the big screen.
Spielberg then had someone contact Crichton, but to his surprise, the answer was that the film adaptation rights had already been sold. This response left him sighing regretfully, and he didn't think about it further. Unexpectedly, today a young director, whom he had met only once, came forward hoping he would make this novel into a movie!
"Why do you think I'm suitable to make this film?" Spielberg asked without revealing any emotion after flipping through the book, though his feelings were exceptionally complex at the moment. "Aren't you a good director yourself?"
