The Wheel of Time ate four interminable books worth of my adolescence. Or I should probably say one book. REPEATED FOUR TIMES. I never really felt that he invested in making the reader care about the world- and I am a WHORE for good worldbuilding, believe you me- but rather took the Tolkien route of "here's some stuff, hope you remember it in four thousand and three pages, NOW ON TO THE LINGUISTICS!" route. With admittedly less linguistics.
Dune lost me on the last two paragraphs, and if it hadn't been a borrowed book, I would have thrown it across the room. THAT was NOT a resolution, and I resent your lazy copout of an ending, Herbert. >_< On the upside, I did mis the massive facepalm that was the full-frontal Sex Goddesses (though I'd argue that the Bene Gesserit were dropping some pretty heavy hints in that direction from the word go).
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Dune lost me on the last two paragraphs, and if it hadn't been a borrowed book, I would have thrown it across the room. THAT was NOT a resolution, and I resent your lazy copout of an ending, Herbert. >_< On the upside, I did mis the massive facepalm that was the full-frontal Sex Goddesses (though I'd argue that the Bene Gesserit were dropping some pretty heavy hints in that direction from the word go).
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