is better than The Da Vinci Code. And since I'm done work for the summer, I have all sorts of free time. There's a limit to how many hours of the Olympics I can watch each day. So back to Dan Brown I go. This time with my eyes wide open.It's more of the same. More infelicitous writing, more factual errors, more bold assertions that just don't make sense. And I can't help shake the feeling that this was just a test run for The Da Vinci Code. Robert Langdon woken by a late-night phone call? Check. Nubile young woman? Check. Murder of adoptive father of said young woman? Check. Let me guess... the real villain is the guy who seemed to be helping all along! Wake me up when there's something new.
I suspect the fact that I know Rome much better than Paris is going to make this even more painful.
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