I thought The Da Vinci Code was a really good book! Why are you always making snide remarks about it?
Because it’s right up there with other literary masterpieces like The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley High, you know, books written for the discerning fifth-grader. In fairness, I haven’t actually read The Da Vinci Code, because I once read Dan Brown’s “prequel” to it, Angels and Demons on a cross-country flight, and was on the verge of murdering someone by the time the plane landed. Dan Brown’s writing style is an enraging combination of facile, one-dimensional characters and snobby, pretentious sentence structure. This book manages to be stupid and improbable, but at the same time, unbearably condescending in tone. You know that Dan Brown wrote this shit, then grabbed his copy of Roget’s and started switching out polysyllabic synonyms for every other word. For example: Although a tough teacher and strict disciplinarian, Langdon was the first to embrace what he hailed as the “lost art of good clean fun.” He relished recreation with an infectious fanaticism that had earned him a frat
