The Da Vinci Code

I only read this because so many people recommended it to me, and I literally cut all ties with some of them after I finished it, that is how belittled I felt by the suggestion that I might enjoy this piece of crap. Anyone who thought so clearly did not know me at all, or did not hold me in very high regard. Of the people I did not sever all ties with, some said, “oh, Angels and Demons is much better, you should try that one.” Clearly I am a fool, because I did try it. The Da Vinci Code was the single worst book I have ever read... until I read Angels and Demons.

The biggest problem is Dan Brown's writing, or lack there of. I'm fairly certain that he wrote out four pages of scribbled notes on a half formed plot idea, three of which were word trees, probably while drunk or very hung over, then had an intern stretch that in to vaguely coherent sentences and call it a day. No descriptions, no style, no pacing, just bullet points.

It is very rare, in my experience, that a movie adaptation is better than the book, but this is one of those cases. The film is still an unwatchable wreck, but it is better than the book.