Robert Langdon wakes up in a hospital room in Florence, having no clue as to how he got there. Oh Robert, what did you get yourself into this time? His doctors tell him that he's been shot and has amnesia. Before he has the opportunity to glean more information, an assassin makes an attempt on his life. He is rescued by Sienna, one of his doctors (the attractive one, of course). Sienna stows Langdon away in her flat. While looking around, Langdon gets the impression that there is more to Sienna than meets the eye.
Meanwhile, the reader learns about a madman's, Bertrand Zobrist, plan to destroy the world. He believes that overpopulation will bring the destruction of mankind. Zobrist pieces together a plan that will correct that issue. A plan that is so well executed that it carries on even after his suicide.
Langdon finds himself on the hunt for the Zobrist's virus. Only Robert can find the clues to locate the virus before its too late. Using clues from Dante's Divine Comedy of course.
I was in break room this week and a co-worker asked what I was reading, I said, "oh, the new Dan Brown. What are you reading?" She said, "Anna Karenina." Reading Dan Brown can feel like a fact that you should hide. I am a serious reader, I shouldn't like Dan Brown, right? It's not well written, in form or context. But it's fun. This isn't my favorite Dan Brown book; there are some fun things: car chases, pretty girls, tweed jackets, etc. Unfortunately, the ending fizzles out. I get the feeling that Brown wrote himself into a corner, unable to find a way out.