If I'm not reading or dawdling aimlessly around the World Wide Interweb, then I'm baking a cake or thinking about baking a cake. Or else I'm thinking about where I'd like to travel to next.
The only thing that made this book even remotely bearable was the fact that I read it while I was in Rome, so I got to go on location, as it were. After this one and The Da Vinci Code, no more Dan Brown for me ever again.