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[apocalypsos]

So I went to my parents' house for dinner tonight, and my dad gave me one of his old prepaid phones, and my mom gave me her paperback copy of The DaVinci Code because I said I hadn't read it.

I just read the first page.

Okay, here's the thing. The first story I ever wrote was because I read a horrendous romance novel when I was about fifteen that made me fling the damn thing at the nearest wall and shriek, "I can write better than that!" And I couldn't at that point, but I was damn well going to try.

I think if I had read this back then, I wouldn't have become a writer.

I would have become the quarterback for the Eagles.

They wouldn't have had much of a choice but to draft me at that point, really, considering I would have thrown this book hard enough to brain Dan Brown from several states away.

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[lil1pinay.livejournal.com]

I remember reading it for the first time a year or so ago and liking it. I thought it was an interesting story.

And then, about a month ago, I picked it up again right after reading The Rule of Four, which everyone had said was better than The Da Vinci Code. But since I couldn't remember damn near anything about it except the thing that has the Church in an uproar, and since the movie was coming out anyway, I figured I'd read it again to compare.

I couldn't get past the first page. I literally looked at it in disbelief and racked my brain trying to remember how I'd been able to get through it before. WTF!