This was the first of Dan Brown’s books in which I sympathized with the bad guys. Towards the end, I was rooting for the “bad guys” whole heartedly, which is odd because my loyalties have always resided with the protagonist in every book i’ve read.
I applaud Dan Brown for taking on the challenge of weaving Environment, Population, History, and Art together. However, I think he bit off more than he could chew, because a lot of the happenings were too intricate to seem plausible. Why would someone who wants to decimate the world’s population lay out symbological clues to his true purpose?
Even so, I enjoyed the tour of Florence and Turkey. What frustrated me was the detailed description of random monuments during a heart racingly suspenseful scene.
The ending was anti-climactic, however, the genetic theories and the method of resolving the population problem set forth saved the day as far as my opinion of this book is concerned.