Steve Berry's Cotton Malone books have been some of my favorites of the archaeo-porn genre I enjoy so much, but I must have just run out of patience, because I really wasn't entertained by this one.(Not really sure this even counts as archaeo-porn since there wasn't really an archaeological treasure found, as is customary, but the series fits, so I'll leave it in. Maybe I should call this new trend just archaeological pulp, since the element of titillation that was present in the older books - the lost tomb of Alexander, the lost ark of the covenant, etc. - just isn't there any more. Obviously I don't get out much).
First of all, Berry's releases of short stories in the series (which I wasn't interested in buying) resulted in my not realized that there was an actual novel before this one while I had not read. I didn't really care. There was the usual shootout at a historical site, the race to find something old, and firefight after firefight with the bad guys. Oh yeah, and the ten-paragraphs chapters cutting back and forth with cliffhanger after cliffhanger is just getting old.
Guess I'll see what James Rollins is up to next. Oh, wait, he has a Jefferson Memorial-cover book out right now as well? Are you kidding me? 
