I tried to read The DaVinci Code. I did. Really. I made it to page 150 or thereabouts but I couldn’t get any further. And it wasn’t that I didn’t like the story or even the characters (although they weren’t as fully drawn as I thought they should be). It was the writing style that drove me insane. The one dimensional scenes that dragged out the action. The book probably would have been half the length if he’d just used some layering and multi-tasking within a scene. Not that I mind a thick book. Generally I prefer it. But in this case I was looking to end the torture.
My sister told me to hang in there. She was really enjoying the story and managing to overlook the weak writing. I figured if she could do it, so could I. She's usually much harder to please than me when it comes to books. So I kept trying. I wanted to finish the book before I went to see the movie. But every night when I came home I actually dreaded the thought of picking up the book and reading it. Dreading it. Reading. It’s like those two words should not be used in the same sentence.
Anyway, last night I picked it up, scowled and felt resigned to my fate, when suddenly I stopped. What am I doing? I asked myself. If I’m not enjoying the experience why put myself through it? Why not just go and watch the movie and enjoy that experience. I know I’ll like it. It wasn’t the story I had problems with. And I love Tom Hanks. Not to mention I lust after Paul Bettany.
The decision was made. The DaVinci Code was shelved. Maybe I’ll go back to it someday, but that day is not today. Nor tomorrow. Nor any definable date in the near future. Satisfied, I went downstairs and popped in a movie. Into The Blue. Two fun-filled, glorious hours of Paul Walker running around with his shirt off.
Ah yes, once again all was right with the world.