The second book by Michael Crichton, but twelfth overall when considering his publications under pseudonyms, didn't exactly age well. Published in 1972, some of the things mentioned wouldn't pass an editor's review today. But does the actual story pass muster?
A deadly virus running rampant and killing almost everyone who comes into contact with it. Scientists believe they've got a way to contain it, but the President won't make the call. And now, the coronavirus, er, Andromeda Strain may be spreading even further!