Anyway, while I'm slapping away at the keys on my laptop tonight, a commercial comes on for an upcoming NBC movie, "The Last Templar." I remember when I walked into our local Borders months ago that this particular book caught my eye and I proceeded to read it. And didn't like it.
I realize I'm not much of a fiction fan. It's very few authors of fiction that have interested me enough to hook me and reel me in. My mom raves about the Stephanie Plum stuff but I just couldn't get in to it. In fact, it seems the only subjects of fiction that ever entertain me are historical fiction, fantasy stories by specific authors and stories revolving around the story of King Arthur.
Because of that, my reading collection primarily consists of non-fiction. Most of that is about Freemasonry and the Knights Templar. My interest in Freemasonry started when I asked my mom long ago about a piece of jewelry she was in possession of. I think it was a ring that belonged to my grandfather and I never realized he was a mason. At that time I knew nothing about the fraternity, but it made me curious. So I read and read and read. At this point, because it's a "secret" fraternity, I still don't know much about the Freemasons beyond what's out there for reading, but the alleged history of the Freemasons has been interesting to read about. It seems from most of what I've read that the Knights Templar evolved into Freemasons.
This information made "The Last Templar" a fairly crappy read for me. It didn't seem like the book was written in any interest of Templar history. More of a storyline for the sake of a sappy romance novel that smacked of "The Da Vinci Code." Just me saving you from a "Indiana Jones, Lifetime style" movie, if that's what you're trying to avoid.
Crap. Heath Ledger was in the same category as Downey. Guess who won. And I just had to suffer through Winslet's crying jag. Is it Spring yet?