This book was terrible, but it’s a great exercise in how not to write a book. At part of me wonders how much blame does the editor bear for this disaster. The plot is like the Da Vinci Code and probably inspired by other like minded books. The ending is dragged down by pages of theological debate and blathering and the final end? Completely hokey and stupid. Eye rolling stuff.

The author clearly has a thing for guns. I get more description about guns then I do about the male protagonist who is 38 yo, has short brown hair, and is an FBI agent who coaches softball for kids on weekends. That’s it. I get the female protagonist through a completely fetished haze, about how she’s so beautiful but she doesn’t care or realize it. Gag me please. At least the author didn’t have her admire her own breasts in a mirror. The only other woman of note is a FBI agent who is also gorgeous and is always... ALWAYS called but her full name in the book. The author lists all the people at a FBI meeting. Male agent last name. Male agent last name. Female agent first and last name. Male agent last name. In fact the only people who get mentioned by their last names are the male agents, male cops, and male priests plus one ?bad guy. Everyone else is either first name or an epithet. It’s ridiculous.

So if you want to know how not to write or pace a book, use this. Otherwise don’t bother. It’s stupid.