This book is 500ish pages long and has 173 chapters. To compare, Montecristo clocks at 1200 pages and has 117 chapters. Something feels wrong when a novel that is known for being one of the most detail-dense doorstoppers in world literature has almost sixty chapters LESS than your book. Not only that, it kept skipping between POV characters every two pages, literally, and also jumping back and forth on the timeline, I had to write down a list of events just to understand what's going on. The characters, at least, were interesting, with the exception of the moments where the narration randomly jumped into the POV of a nazi treasure hunter, looking for a completely useless McGuffin. Many have compared it to Indiana Jones' Ark, personally it reminded me more of ''Sherlock Holmes and the Pearl of Death'', except the eponymous McGuffin has a very important role and was meant to teach a lesson about human nature... this book's McGuffin role isn't as deep, at all, although it has a lesson to teach that gets lost in chapter 158 that isn't touched upon as it should be, I don't know, and I don't care as much as it looks like.

Also, apparently the author spent ten years collecting info to be as accurate as possible but ultimately fell into the trap of ''we gotta make something cool happen'' and just doesn't know how Paris' streets work, which is a shame, really.