Well, I’m reading one of Dan Brown‘s books at the moment and I’m not enjoying it. His books have been topping the book sales charts for ages, and Sarah bought the Da Vinci Code for the train journey to Crodye. On the strength of that, she bought three more of his books and I’m now fighting my way through Digital Fortress. Oh, if only I was the sort of person who could stop reading a book half way through. I once, and only once, walked out of a cinema because the film was so bad. I have sat through some rubbish. But reading a bad book is worse. It lasts longer and I feel humiliated on the tube. What if people think I like this?
So, what’s wrong with it? Well, it’s highly formulaic, utterly predictable, and the writing is dull. Why does Sarah like it? Let’s just say she sat through xXx and enjoyed it.
Compare this with, for example, Timoleon Vieta Come Home, which I loved, and I wonder what is going on in the world that means that such drivel can sell so well.
End of rant. I’d better go back to trying to finish it.