That exciting moment when a book you were thoroughly hating abruptly ends 50 pages before you were expecting it to, because the rest of it turns out to be all appendices.
Sadly, that is like the one good thing I have to say about Dune.
Seriously, I don’t know why Paul lied to me that Dune was a good book because it was a fucking awful book? I mean mostly I just found it really boring and confusing (there were approximately 868986797869687986 male characters I couldn’t tell apart lol) and thought the protagonist was obnoxious and I was really sad that every single attempt on his life (there were many) kept failing and I got pissed that once some actual female characters aside from Jessica entered into the narrative all they did was bicker about who was best to marry Paul (said obnoxious protagonist) and I was like NO STOP HE’S SUPPOSED TO DIE and also Paul had this “realisation” at some point that his mum (that would be Jessica) was his ~~true enemy~~ but then all she did was like, drink poison and disapprove of his choice of partner (Chani) and… yep…
Anyway, I thought that was all bad, but then I got to the last page and SERIOUSLY the triumphal conclusion is that Paul’s going to marry some princess but NO WORRIES because he’s going to treat her like shit forever because his true love is Chani and Jessica is really happy about this development because it serves the princess right for being forced into an arranged marriage like some fucking bargaining chip and like
fuck this fucking book AND fuck the fact that I have wasted two and a half weeks of my life reading it AND that I can’t blame anyone but myself because I could technically have stopped reading it at some point but no because when I do that I feel like the book has defeated me and I’m not gonna get defeated by some non-sentient piece of pulped tree so I must finish just to show it who’s boss
I have many feelings ok