I don't know what I expected from a book that I picked up on impulse at the grocery store after getting some ground lamb, but this book didn't even live up to that. It followed the Dan Brown writing method of hundreds of pages of "It's amazing! Pretty soon we'll say what it is!" and then... they just didn't. Or rather, they did, but the author didn't bother thinking up what the significance of the thing was before giving it the Last Templar ending, which itself made me finally understand book burning. I rate this book half a star and a punch to the sternum for the author if I should ever meet him.
Spoilers available if anyone wants to know why this book sucked so hard, but doesn't want to bother reading it.