Whoopsy! Someone said it’s Monday night, and I’m still punch drunk on The Red Tent – which was 3 books ago. That book’s still pulsing through my veins, and revealing tiny secrets in my dreams. It’ll be a while before I’m over that one. Some books are like that. I hope mine are like that.
“The Atlantis Revelation” is what my hubby tossed at me Friday afternoon, when I sent him to the library for “A Wrinkle in Time“. Apparently there are 2000 awesome books written and none of them exist at my local library. The man in my life chose “The Atlantis Revelation,” because he knows I’m obsessed with the ancient city.
Is Atlantis a myth? Where is it? Who lived there, and can we tap into those powers today? Well, I have my theories, but you won’t discover the in this book.
What you will get is plenty of action, nunnery, sex, Vatican stuff, murder, mystery, money , mayhem and some tidbits about healing stones (which really suited my fancy) . It’s 300 + pages, and I was impressed that it felt like much less. It flowed awesomely and was very well written. I kinda felt like I was reading the Da Vinci Code’s cousin. If you are looking for something light (if murder can be light, this is) that will take u on a trip from your day — go for this book.
It ain’t literature, but it’s sinfully loveable.
All this reading is helping me get a much deeper grasp on what I want from my own writing and how I want to spend my time. I have to admit – -I really do wish I had read “On the Road” again for the zillionth time, instead of reading this. But, that’s me.