“This. This was the last time I’d been truly happy. My year abroad. It hit me then that I no longer knew the young woman who had fallen in love with Colin and Jean Claude and Marcelino. I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be topsy-turvy, dizzy from a smile, ass-over-tea-kettle crushing on someone.”
I picked this book up on a whim. I hadn’t heard anything about it, I’ve never read anything from this author before, and it was a new release. So I just went for it!
It turned out ok 🤷♀️. It was a mostly enjoyable read, but definitely not something that I am going to remember long term or anything that had any real impact on me. A lot of it was grating and annoying, and you had to REALLY suspend your disbelief a lot of the time. A very plain 2.5 stars.
“He probed his memory for some recollection…anything at all. He saw only emptiness. All Langdon knew was that he was in Florence, having suffered a bullet wound to the head.
As Langdon stared into his own weary eyes, he half wondered if he might at any moment wake up in his reading chair at home, clutching an empty martini glass and a copy of Dead Souls, only to remind himself that Bombay Sapphire and Gogol should never be mixed.”
Inferno is Dan Brown’s latest historical thriller with Robert Langdon as the main protagonist. In this book, Langdon wakes up in a hospital in Florence, Italy, having absolutely no idea how he got there…or why someone tried to shoot him in the head. From there, the book picks up with the usual mix of suspense, action, and sprinkled-in historical tidbits, as well. The subject matter this time? Dante’s Inferno.