“Sepulchre” by Kate Mosse

As I mentioned previously, there is a time and a place for fluffy reading. I admit to you that I’ve been drawn to it lately because all my other reading is so stiff and academic, but I’m learning that not all fluff is necessarily good fluff.

On the two ends of the fluff spectrum (if you will), there are those marvelous pieces of ridiculousness that smirk at their own fluffiness and, opposite them, there are the dreadfully earnest ones who don’t seem to even be aware of any fluffiness let alone their own. Somewhere in the middle of this spectrum, and unfortunately leaning on the “dreadfully earnest” end, is Sepulchre by Kate Mosse.