A big, fat, flying "F" for the Book of Fake, I mean Fate.

This is without question the worst best seller I have ever read. Marginally better than the crap churned out by James Patterson, but at least he can claim that he doens't actually write any of it anymore. I think it's a machine . . .

But Brad Meltzer presumably still writes his own books, so he alone bears the blame for this lazy, implausible, utterly non-sensical drivel.

The worst part of it is the cynical marketing ploy of putting Masonic imagery on the cover. There's not even the barest justification of it in the plot, but I'm sure it suckered in a bunch of DaVinci Code fans.