Pretentious trash with slabs of history BUT gripping. I read to the end so I suppose it's not really trash. But not a book I'd want to read more than once. So an ideal book to set free

Got this book off my house mate... He might do a journal entry after me, though he read it before me....
Very good. Liked all the religious conspiracy stuff and pleased to see the research was real. Folded history in nicely with the plot, very cool. Liked all the puzzles, got the reverse writing thing straight away. Have been to Paris and London and remembered the sights in the book so gave me a real feeling of space, but that might just be me...

CAUGHT IN MELBOURNE VICTORIA AUSTRALIA

Heh, I actually found this book sitting stop a bin last year. During a clean up of the house I found this sitting under the couch amid packets of Pizza shapes, newspapers dating back to '94, a family of rats and a mouldy sock. Written by Dan Brown, a talentless hack who has written a bland book where the formula of find something new, get chased, pause, explain something/ be explained to, run, repeat has managed to sell more copies of the book than there are African babies purely because of his subject matters ( Leonardo Da Vinci, The Holy Grail, The Priory of Sion, Opus Dei) being so compelling on their own. Despite being so badly written I do not know anyone who has not read the book cover-to-cover once they have finally bothered to pick it up. There's a film in the works right now with Tom Hanks playing the role of Robert Langdon which will guarantee that even tribesmen on Islands who are still baffled by commercial airplanes ( referred to as: Big Sky Monsters in their native tongue) and whose chief currency is salted fish heads will contribute somehow to Mr.Brown's bloated coffers in Switzerland. Which is kind of a pity. Still, reading anything is better than reading nothing. For those who like books that avoid big words and have characters who are enrolled as boy wizards in Hogwarts this may be a 'next-step-up' to reading real literature whatever THAT is. I shall rid myself of this book next week I think. Maybe I'll leave it on a tram. Maybe I'll venture to an airport so someone can pick this up en route to another country. And maybe the book shall find it's way on an Island where the natives still refer to commercial airplanes as Big Sky Monsters.

Fatman

CAUGHT IN MELBOURNE VICTORIA AUSTRALIA