Ultimately, this book felt predictable, much more so than Brown's other novels. I didn't see all the details, certainly, but I got many of them early on and found it impossible to miss the location of the lost symbol (even when the characters did). Was I too familiar with D.C., having lived nearby for a few years? Or was I too familiar with Dan Brown? I'd be hard pressed to argue against the idea of the book as an Americanized Da Vinici Code, especially since the younger story lacks the sophistication of its elder. Nevertheless, I was entertained and didn't feel my time wasted in reading this novel, even if its execution undershot its potential.
"A sinister cabal of superior writers."