Angels & Demons

Ugh. Embarrassing!

But I was really stressed out all week, and realized that this schlocky gem was sitting on my bookshelf, as yet unread (I bought it just before a transatlantic flight, paranoid that my half-finished reading material would be finished too quickly). And Dan Brown is nothing if not a frothy distraction.

You know, the usual: nice art historical detail, questionable nonsense about science, a hackneyed and vaguely misogynistic love story, and a whole boatload of suspense that kept me reading despite the other shit.