I read the book in question. It started off in a very interesting manner, giving info on the story behind the symbols used in art and religion. Since, for instance, the pomenegrates have been a symbol of fertility in Greece continuously since ancient times, I was intrigued by the display of symbols in Western art in the book. Even though I had found the descriptions of exactly how long it took the hero to go to the Louvre loo quite unecessary.

But the ending...it was so trite and cliche and predictable it makes Barbara Cartland look like Jane Austen. Anyone who kills off a book like that is, in my books, exceedingly dumb.

Go for something truly intelligent with an ending that won't insult [i:d369a944c9]your[/i:d369a944c9] intelligence.