content: After I finished this book (which didn't take long) I resolved that this was the LAST one I was ever going to waste my money on. I've put up with these new Dune books, knowing they were mediocre and enjoying them as a guilty pleasure but this one is the last straw. Frank Herbert's characters had intricacies yet they were unknowable, mysterious, but these people in the Butlerian Jihad are a bore; heroes and damsels in distress that are as flat and boring as the paper they are written on. The imagery reeks of concepts lifted straight from Star Wars (AT-ATs anyone?) and plot holes. How could the Guild wield so much power in the future if space travel seemed just as convenient before the Spice? This book should have been a mythological juggernaut, but it's just a pulp bore. And to add insult to injury, not only does it not dish up half of what the book jacket promises but it ends on a cliffhanger so they can sell us more books. No thanks, guys.