So I'm reading The Da Vinci Code. It's a pretty good summer blockbuster, although I'm more than a little peeved that its author beat me to the punch with a large number of the elements from my own novel. Grrr. What it is helping me do, though, is remind me why I loved reading and writing, and helping to rekindle old flames.

That said, there are a couple moments of really, really bad writing in this book. There's room in the field for improvement.