Literature put in its place

Although I had a clear opinion on what I think about Dan Brown's The DaVinci Code, I was more curious in reading his prequel book Angels and Demons. It's just as bad if not worst than The DaVinci Code. The same slow and melodramatic pacing and revelation of plot points continue constantly in this book, but there is a less of a presence of flashbacks that The Davinci Code had, which IMHO bogged it down greatly.

As if my hands realized and even recognized the proverbial crappy book that I was reading (it wasn't hard, it's probably the first paperback novel I've read that was actually taller than most standard paperbacks) they promptly lost all motor control as I hovered above a toilet. My entertainment for the stay fell right into the water with a resounding plop, splashing up onto the seat and causing me to curse it. The first thing that came to mind wasn't that if I've ruined the book, but how abosrbent the pages were, nearly doubling the weight of the book for being in the water for a scant 3 seconds. After a moment of reflection and embarassment, I realized I shouldn't be surprised that shitty books would gravitate to where it rightfully belongs.