I have a statement to make; and, based on the statistics, you’re not going to like it:

The Da Vinci Code was a waste of my time.

Not the movie, which I haven’t seen, but the book. I couldn’t find an up to date figure in the 34 seconds I searched for one, but my borrowed copy proclaims “over 40 million copies sold” and “worldwide best seller”.

The problem I have with this? It was just your run-of-the-mill murdermysterysuspensethriller. Not particularly good, not particularly bad… and I am baffled. At least I was, that is, until I realized that the majority of people don’t read regularly (my own made-up statistic) and a lot of the bedazzlement might stem from the personal achievement of finishing a book almost 500 pages long. “Look at me! I’m reading!”

Perhaps I’m being too harsh and a bit of a book snob (both true). I’m not running off to the Louvre with a shovel, though, I’ll tell you that much.

Seriously, though, church groups are up in arms over this? News shows are dedicated to it? Hell, I’m bothering to even post about it?

I don’t get it. To be honest, I was even a little embarrassed to add it to my list thinking that I was duped in some way, and followed everyone else over a cliff like a lemming. Which is true, in fact. Luckily, I also just finished Underworld the same day… so I can add that one, too and hide my shame. 832 pages! Look at me!