I have not come a long way since my last post; two books have now been crossed of the list, one which I loved, and another I could not finish. The first, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, was marvellous; more enjoyable that expected. In contrast Dune by Frank Herbert, while fascinating and beautiful constructed, failed to keep me occupied long enough to get into it the story. I ended up reading a chapter at a time, failing to grasp who was who, what was what and where the hell was I; unable engage with what Dune was developing.
Oddly, Dune was a novel I was sure I would love; it came highly recommended. So I felt disappointed when I reached the point where I needed to move onto another book. If it took me two weeks to get 30% into the novel, God knows how long it would have taken to finish. At my current destination Paul and Jessica have just escaped death; I will not completely give up on Dune, it is always there to come back to, but for now I am done.