In Honor Of The Blurb
This blurb thing really is spiralling out of control. It seems that everywhere I look, I am bombarded with images, stories, and references to Da Vinci, and this is no exception. I am finding it increasingly difficult to identify the right words to express how much I loved this novel, as everything that comes to mind sounds absolutely horrid, which could just be my opinion. At least it’s giving me something over which to obsess (other than our current home-buying dilemma). So if you’ll excuse me for a little while, I’m going to attempt to sound intellectual, which in fact, couldn’t be further from the truth.
