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A review by voxvenati
God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
This book convinced me Dune is my favorite series of all time.
There is so much to this book. It feels very much like a return to form. Prose-wise, it feels much closer to Dune than Children of Dune, which I enjoyed immensely. I loved all the side characters - Moneo, Nayla, Malky…they’re precious to me.
This book is packed with a lot of emotion. More than you might expect from a book about a Worm. It filled me with such joy, this book. Frank is one of the best to ever do it, truly.
Some incredible quotes to end this review on:
There is so much to this book. It feels very much like a return to form. Prose-wise, it feels much closer to Dune than Children of Dune, which I enjoyed immensely. I loved all the side characters - Moneo, Nayla, Malky…they’re precious to me.
This book is packed with a lot of emotion. More than you might expect from a book about a Worm. It filled me with such joy, this book. Frank is one of the best to ever do it, truly.
Some incredible quotes to end this review on:
Police are inevitably corrupted.
“We will be Worm and wife…”
- 10/10, best quote of all time
Minor spoilers:
“You cannot imagine how many times I have loved a companion and seen that companion slip away . . . as your father is slipping away now.”
“You love . . . him?”
“And I loved your mother. Sometimes they go quickly; sometimes with agonizing slowness. Each time I am wracked. I can play callous and I can make the necessary decisions, even decisions which kill, but I cannot escape the suffering. For a long, long time—those journals you stole tell it truly—that was the only emotion I knew.”
Minor spoilers:
“You love . . . him?”
“And I loved your mother. Sometimes they go quickly; sometimes with agonizing slowness. Each time I am wracked. I can play callous and I can make the necessary decisions, even decisions which kill, but I cannot escape the suffering. For a long, long time—those journals you stole tell it truly—that was the only emotion I knew.”