So I picked up a copy of The Da Vinci Code, just to see what all the fuss was about. It reads like the opening to a run of the mill (read: bad) romance novel!!! How can people think this is such an amazing book? I'm on page eight. So far I've been treated to a man "staggering through a vaulted archway", another man with a "glint in his ghostly eyes", and a third man who "needs a vacation" evidently based on the fact that his "dark stubble was shrouding his strong jaw".
Oh please. I'm supposed to take this seriously?