A little light reading

The planets have aligned and the seventh seal is opening; it's time for another novel from Dan Brown.

People with whom I drink frequently will already be familiar with my strong dislike of Brown's penchant for publishing shit. In case that seemed a bit passive aggressive, I'll just come out with it:

I hate Dan Brown.

He is destroying the art of literature faster than you can say "Stephanie Meyers" (don't worry, Meyers, we'll talk later). I've got a long angsty rant stored up, but today let's look to someone who's done an awful lot more research into proving what I've known all along... the man can't write his way from under a napkin.

Behold! The Telegraph called out Dan Brown's 20 worst sentances with all the disdain of an Edwardian French tutor. How good is it? I'll give you a taste:
"Brown's writing is not just bad; it is staggeringly, clumsily, thoughtlessly, almost ingeniously bad.”

That gives me goosepimples all over.

On the Whitney Scale Dan Brown gets a