Marilyn reads for a while after she gets in bed. I usually ask her, "How's the book?" when I get in bed. For the past couple of weeks I've noticed a trend.
Night number one was, "different", then her view of the book began to deteriorate. From different, to "Pure fiction", to "It's a stretch", to "It's okay as long as you use no 'logic' while reading", to "Utter and complete garbage, it's crap."
Her final review on the book, I found last Saturday, late morning. As I was getting ready to go to town, I took a wrapper from a deodorant stick to the trash can. There in the bottom of the can was a nearly new, hardbound copy of the Da Vinci Code. Me thinks she didn't like it. Another good review can be found HERE.