A week ago I downed the mammoth Dune by Frank Herbert. Despite being a lover of the sci-fi genre, I’d never read Dune. I’d heard of it, been recommended it by several people, but a still from the movie with Sting scarred me.
I decided to face my fears and just read it.
I flew through Dune. The storyline captivated me; the book is the story of Paul Atreides, a noble born teen who moves with his parents to the desert planet Arrakis. There was intrigue, backstabbing and double-crossing. My one complaint is that the reader sees all points of view; we see inside the minds of the bad guys as well as the good guys. The betrayals are not shocking enough.