The Da Vinci Code CHANGED MY LIFE
Intrigued at the fuss over what was described in certain quarters of the press as a "publishing phenomenon", I paid out genuine cash money for Dan Brown's work of religious murder fiction.

I started reading it on the train at Weymouth. By the time I got to Southampton Aiport Parkway, I was so disgusted at the slap-dash writing and telegrpahed plot twists, that I threw it out of the window and vowed to write a book of my own.

So I did. I spent the best part of a year on it, and I dare say it has changed my life.

And it's just as shit as anything Dan Brown can turn out, if not more so, and contains scenes of a sexual nature between consenting celebrity chefs. I will entertain offers of six-figure advances from any major publisher.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 May 2008, 15:58, 1 reply)

Well said
That book was fucking shite.

And the worst thing was that it was the first time I had ever managed to have any kind of literary conversation with a large section of my aquaintainces. I suspect that it was the first time they had read a book and thus all thought it was great.

And they all looked terribly upset when I cut their praises to shreds by slagging off every single aspect of the book. Especially the most atrociously worded dialogue I have ever had the misfortune to read.

Did they take up my suggestions of anything that might be slightly better to read. Did they fuck - went back to reading the daily fucking mail and fucking internet forums... (oh, wait)

Its still down there as the single worst book I have ever read (coming in just below a Jilly Cooper I read in teh midst of a storm off the east anglian coast in a terrifyingly under equipped yacht).

And one of the most annoying periods of in recent history. Even my MUM (who's just got a 1st from the Open University) has loads of 'cracking the Da Vinci Code' type books lying about.

Gah.
(Shifty weeeee, Fri 16 May 2008, 17:09, closed)