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This morning I picked up The Da Vinci Code and I haven’t really put it down since. Dre and I went to the beach, and I read it. Then we came home, and I read it. Then he left to play soccer, and I read it. Then I called my mom to tell her SHE should read it (Christianity’s repression of the divine feminine could not possible be any more up my mom’s alley). Then I read it some more, because despite its somewhat pulpy style — chapters end with lines like, “…when I opened the box, I couldn’t believe what I saw!” — The Da Vinci Code is well researched and facinating. And, according to the book’s Amazon sales rank, I’m not the only one who thinks so. It toppled Harry Potter, for godsake!

And now, I must return to reading it.