Confrontational, because someone had to pay for this crap.

I started reading The DaVinci Code early yesterday. I finished it a few hours ago. I want those two days back, Mr Dan Brown.

I was expecting something controvercial. Well-written. A book that would make me think and perhaps offer some actual doubt. TdVC was a New York Times bestseller! It got rave reviews and created controvercial anger.

Unfortunately it was also reminicent of a novel by a semi-talented thirteen year old girl. The text was weak in places- feeble even. Descriptions of jewelry and clothing are long-winded and tiresome. And the plot sucks. There's no nice way to say that. It was at first like a cheesey novella, then was suddenly twisted as if Brown realized that it wasn't interesting enough. Characters suddenly were revealed in absurd and overdramatic ways. I was terribly confused at who the good and bad guys were in the climax- and not in the good, fast-paced way but in the "what the hell?" sort of way.

And the backround research didn't seem so great either, but I'm not a historian so I shall hold my possibly ignorant tongue.



After that business I have decided to start a biography of Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe it will make me feel better. I lurve that guy.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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