This book was a chore to read. Both the main characters were unpleasant and annoying. I kept slogging through the story, hoping it would become more upbeat, but it didn't. I've enjoyed practically all of Mary Balogh's books, but this one was terrible!
I enjoyed the parts about his life, but the profiles of various directors and actors tended to drag on.
Reading this book was a waste of time. I kept expecting it to get more exciting, but it didn't. Instead of a “DaVinci Code”-style thriller, it was more of a boring scholarly hunt through old documents. And when the “secret identity of Christopher Columbus” is revealed, I thought “who cares?”