It's just a book
I got tired of feeling like I was the only person on the planet who hadn't read The Da Vinci Code. The not having read it was getting a little tiresome. Television shows and books debunking the novel. A movie coming out in a couple of minutes. And, because I do what I do, people would naturally assume I'd read the book and ask my opinion. And I do read a lot, but I don't read everything. You just can't. When January got three ARCs or whatever a couple of years ago, I took a look, smelled religious themes and passed any copy I might have read on to reviewers. Who knew?
So fast forward to 2006 and after 40,000,000 (that's 40 million!) other people had already read it, I coughed up the ten bucks or whatever for the paperback.
Upshot? It really is just a book. I didn't feel a compelling need to race through to get to the end, but I didn't feel like heaving it against a wall, either. (Word: the book that makes you wanna toss it is not a good book.)
I don't know what I expected, but The Da Vinci Code didn't change my worldview or anything. It might have if I had a lot invested in a belief system but, remember: a while back there I was shying away from religious themes.
It was a pleasant surprise to find the book doesn't have any of those dreary religious undertones or overtones or however you describe the feeling you get when you accidentally land on a Christian rock radio station. It sounds like real music, but it's not. You just know about it in your gut somewhere. I was afraid The Da Vinci Code would be like that. It isn't. It's a thriller and a good one, though not of the highest order. The prose is workmanlike though -- strictly from the point of craftsmanship -- some of the transitions are clunky, inelegant.
On the other hand, the story is compelling, the characters well drawn, the plot entertaining. Is any of it true? Is it supposed to be? I mean, really: it's just a book.