First hundred pages review: "The DaVinci Code"

The beach house we stayed at had a copy of Dan Brown's little known book "The DaVinci Code." So I picked it up. And I read a hundred pages to see why everyone went crazy about it.

It's not very good. It's a series of staccato four-page chapters filled with cardboard-thin stock characters spouting "book" dialogue.

I have no desire to finish it up to see what the fuck a "sacred feminine" is. I don't recommend this book unless you've already combed through the stack of "National Geographic" magazines from 2004 the landlord keeps in the poop-room.