*unlike that blaspheming pretender D*n Br*wn, who's woeful colouring book 'Th* D* V*nc* C*de' I 'read' during the same month.
That patronising 'Eric Von Daniken meets Harry Potter' tw*tfest of a tome was hurled across the room several times in disgust but returned to, like a dog to vomit, somehow my needing to read it all, just so I could say I hated it in it's enirety.
