It’s fun in the same way the dangerous thrill of some youthfully rebellious act is laughable and melodramatic in retrospect.

This one has pushed me to unravel its message more than most.

This was a rocky one, a sentiment that seems to be common.

I could almost hear Fleetwood Mac songs playing in my head as I was reading.

"No one goes home early." Okay, I'm interested.

The formula of “Langdon with a fit, brainy brunette that can get dirty, has access to some landmark, and has a secret” is getting old.

We all need someone like Hans Hubermann in our lives.