I can get over a lot of things in a lot of books if the books ending leaves me feeling satisfied. I was enjoying this book, the cracktastic feel of it, the villain, the setting. Then the "climax", if you can even call it that, happened and it left me feeling betrayed. Where was my overall revelation that I have come to expect at the end of a Langdon novel? 

Well I guess that's not entirely true. There was a reveal, but it was so unexpectedly banal that I was shocked an convinced myself that it couldn't be all. But it was. The last 50 pages or so of the book were so anticlimactic, it stole whatever good I had enjoyed from the beginning.

Originally posted on GR in November 2009