I borrowed Dan Brown's Inferno a few days ago from our library. Granted that he is not the sharpest tool to begin with, but his first two books were at least entertaining. With this one, I think he just mailed it in and cashed his check. It was like reading a tour and art guide of Florence. You'd get lost and sometimes forget that there's a story buried there somewhere, too.
Imagine - Robert Langdon was running for his life, and he can still think about how that big bath tub near Rameses' obelisk should really go? Or that Hercules and Diomedes sculpture (that make college girls giggle with glee) also needed to go? Please.
Not even halfway (surprised I even reached almost halfway?) and I quit and moved on. Now I am happy. Happy. HAPPY.
With this.
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