I remember really enjoying this book when I first read it. I liked the fast pace, the all-or-nothing drama of the mystery that needs to be solved. Scholars saving the day is always a fun trope—Indiana Jones is awesome, after all, and I LOVE The Librarian movies.
Now that I’m older, I got pretty annoyed by the way Brown writes about the females in the book. I’m sorry, female, singular. Just one. Gorgeous and intelligent and for some reason SO eager to have sex with the protagonist when I don’t think he’s really done anything to warrant that kind of attention. I guess it’s like at the end of The Kingsman. An ending for the hetero guys, maybe? Cause I didn’t see why it was necessary, at all.
The writing can be a bit purple, and the protagonist is pretty full of himself and just conveniently knows things that no normal person would know. I mean a lot of this stuff isn’t even in his field! But it is a fast story and the suspense is good and the villain is sort of cookie cutter but not terrible. You can see the twists coming, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t still enjoyable when they arrive.
I think fans of suspense and mystery fiction would enjoy these Robert Langdon books, and probably males more than females, because there isn’t much in here for females to relate to. Ultimately I think it comes down to this not being my type of book anymore. My tastes have shifted as I’ve gotten older and experienced more stories, and my MFA definitely changed how I read things now. So, there are plenty of people out there who would like this story a lot, but I think I won’t be re-reading it after this time.