I did read the Da Vinci Code and didn't recall it being that bad. That may be a fault of my recall, of course. It was that that led to me trying to read Inferno the first time, just to puncture all that literary snobbery that attaches itself to books. My assistant, Trieste Bouffant Bunny-Pillow, already has a book deal for instance – on account her mother knows someone 'in the industry' – and Trieste can't even write a shopping list.
I'd dig out my copy of Da Vinci Code and fill the bath and settle down to some sudsy transeuropean symbol chasing, but I can't find it (I, erm, moved the books to the garage so I could make more room for the gin collection, priorities).