by Katherine Neville
624 pages; $16.00
Browsing through past books I've read, I came across The Eight, by Katherine Neville. When I read it, I thought it was pretty cool. Probably in 2000 or so. I was given this book by a co-worker, and it was a really fun novel. In retrospect, I'm grateful, because this book was the vaccine against The da Vinci Code.
The da Vinci Code is basically the same book as The Eight, written six years later. Same stuff, blood of Christ means a holy bloodline, suppressed by Catholics, blah, blah, blah. Kind of like a popcorn movie, but probably worse for your soul.
If you loved The da Vinci Code, you won't understand what I mean. This novel was a weakened form of the virus, and when I saw the later book, I saw it exactly for what it was, pseudo-historical anti-Catholic trash. But I could understand why people liked it, even though it was ignorant and bigoted. I liked it too. Then I realized what I had been doing, and the spell was broken.
There are way better historical fiction books or modern fantasy books to read. You should.