Katherine Neville wrote The Eight more than 20 years ago. Thanks to The Da Vinci Code, this form of modern-day treasure hunt for mythical historical artifacts found a new audience (its first?). Neville’s book was reprinted and can be easily found in bookstores.
I picked it up on the way to Hawaii in February, and read The Eight on the plane and at the beach. And I left it in the rental house. (My apologies to the next poor soul drawn in by the jacket.) Generally, schlock. The historical vignettes brim on enjoyable at times, but the modern (1970s) characters don’t even approach interesting.
Learn from my mistake and avoid the hype here.