I just finished a Dan Brown novel. The guy who wrote The DaVinci Code. This is the third one of his I've read. They're all the same. Kinda like Grisham. Great beginnings - they pull you right in. Then the action/intrigue/suspense builds until it's way over the top. Work with me, guys - there's just so much disbelief I can suspend. Then, of course, the endings fizzle.
The protagonist is always some honest, intelligent, decent looking guy who saves the day by rescuing his sagely mentor, attractive love-interest, and national security. You get the idea.
So, here I am, at 1 a.m. on a Saturday morning, blogging. Thinking about foraging for food. The only chocolate in this house is a bag of chocolate chips. I should eat a peach. But I just brushed and flossed. So I'll just refill my cool BPA-free water bottle. Head back to bed and hope the Bulimic Cat doesn't use her head as a battering ram on my door when I finally fall asleep.
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