Book Review: The Lost Symbol

What’s that I hear? Cheering? Hmm. Lots of you out there apparently are happy to hear I’m not reviewing the next in the Vince Flynn series. I could have. I’ve got the next one read, but I decided to take a break and, instead, review The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown.

The Lost Symbol is a thriller. Like most thrillers, it has a lot of information in it. This book isn’t about guns and assassins. It’s more of a puzzle or scavenger hunt. Most of you have probably either read the book or seen the movie of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code. If you have, then you know what to expect of this book. Same protagonist, different story, different city, really tight timeframe (509 pages to tell what happens in one evening), overwhelming amount of information. Certainly worth reading, especially if you want to learn about the Freemasons.

As with The Da Vinci Code, The Lost Symbol is presented with such authority, you can’t figure out what is real and what is fiction. With so much focus on the puzzle, the science, the information, the Freemasons, it was, for me, difficult to really care about the characters. But that could be because I tend to like character driven books. The Lost Symbol is more of a race against time, with an historical textbook added in.

I enjoyed the book and it was a fast read, primarily because I didn’t take time to ponder the theories put forth. I’ll definitely be going to the movie when it comes out.

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To comply with the new FTC rules on bloggers who review books, I must tell you that I received no compensation for this review. I had to buy the book, at full price, mind you, then I had to wait for my husband to read it (it was his birthday present, after all) before I could start. Then I used my own business card as a bookmark, burned electricity, which I paid for, in the wee hours of the morning to read it, and then spent time out of my work day when I should have been working on the next book I’ve been assigned to write to instead write this review and this disclaimer or whatever it’s called. Sheesh.