First, I should say that I’m not a sci-fi reader: it’s just doesn’t feed me the way well written, emotionally charged fiction can. Frank Herbert’s Dune series, however, is exceptional in that regard and I’ve been rereading those books again and again over the years. I like the story line well enough in House Atreides, but it’s written by sci-fi writers, not great fiction writers. Their characters never speak in the first person, there’s no interior monologue, and as a result I didn’t really care that much about them. There’s no comparison with the way Frank depicts the overarching sorrow within Leto II as his transformation steals more and more of his humanity, as an example, with anything that happens in the current volume. What made Dune so exceptional were the deep observations and questions about what it means to have faith, how do we best express our truest humanity, and ultimately, how do we choose love over everything else that tries to seduce us. This book isn’t even in the same genre.