I am officially declaring myself the second-to-last person on the planet to read The Da Vinci Code. Mom, you can borrow it now. I am also declaring myself the first open minded liberal to say that it was a big disappointment. I'm not angry about the theme or fictional insinuations. I'm angry that I wasted a few hours of my life on this sixth grade reading assignment. I don't read much fiction...and I broke down to swallow this bland morsel? A contrived, formulaic offering, served at room temperature over a bed of transparent characters, smothered in predictability and snoozy dialogue. Bon appétit, Mona Lisa.





