I'm just barely a third of the way through this book and I must have rolled my eyes at least 500 million times. In fact, I'm pretty sure I now hold the world record for incredulity-induced eye-rolling. I tried, really, really tried, to read this book in the spirit that it was written - sexy, adventurous fun - but my suspension of disbelief was rudely stabbed to death when that one generically sexy guy injects his own freaking heart with adrenaline after ingesting an unknown poison and then hijacks a camel. I want so badly to like this book, because who loves corny pseudo-archaeology more than me? But alas, I'm afraid my ocular muscles cannot take the strain.
