I read Angels and Demons when Elliot was born because it seemed like I might need something silly and brainless as I adjusted to becoming a parent. Taking this one to the hospital with me for the birth of our second is a bit of a personal in-joke, and I plowed through it before we even got discharged. I've got some stylistic issues with Brown — the perspective changes come a little too fast and hard in the first half, with essential information left out seemingly at random just for later reveals, and it all starts feeling pretty contrived by the final act. Hard to argue with the pace and the cultural impact this had though.