I’m reading Dan Brown’s new book, The Lost Symbol. Two things before I continue.
1) Yes, many of the ideas in his books are blasphemous, and I apologize if the fact that I read them is offensive to anyone.
2) But dadgumit, the man can write a page-turner.
Until this one, apparently…
I’ll wait till I finish it to give you a complete review, but so far I’m just not hooked, and I can’t figure out why. All the elements I love are there: crazy-but-true science, genius manipulation and espionage, ancient legend, codes, maps, secret passageways… you get the idea. I completely ate up all his other books; why is this one giving me trouble? ‘Tis a mystery, my friends.
Now, pretend there’s some kind of transition sentence here.
Ever since I started writing this new book, I’ve dreamed about it almost every night. I started it in the beginning of August, so that’s kind of a long time to dream about the same thing. Clearly it’s taking over my subconscious, which has never happened before, but it’s good because I’ve become slightly obsessed with this book and all I want to do is work on it.
By the way, this is not conducive (condusive?) to getting a lot of grading done at school.
Also: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to those of you who have agreed to read Part I of the book! I’ve got four readers so far, and I would love one or two more. Any takers? There might be a cup of Starbucks in it for you! (Or, you know, whatever your vice of choice is.)