I did it, I finished this book, after it sat on the shelf for 3 years with a bookmark stuck in at page 202. Maybe I should say "mired." And all I'd like to say isWHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?Seriously, god. It was like the last season of Lost with the fucking waiting room. Alex Krycek and Scully's miraculous alien baby. The Gilligan movies. Joey getting his own show... Ugh. I'm guessing Baby Herbert (or more likely "I'll blast it with my superweapon that I JUST DISCOVERED IN MARY SUE'S SEKRIT POCKET" KJA) didn't actually read any of Frank's books, or is simply incapable of understanding the complexity of concept regarding power, fanaticism and fear-mongering. I know, I know, I'm a completionist, and maybe a wee bit of a fiction masochist. It had its moments, although at this moment, I can't think of one. I'm still probably going to read Sisterhood, and I'll just hope against all logic, that I recognize my beloved Bene Gesserit.