Well I am honestly finding it difficult to put into words how I feel about this book. The philosophy and ponderous nature of this book was fascinating and oftentimes illumanting.
However, I find this book to be quite a slog, there was a story that was present, but it was captivating so few times that I can't even recall any such moments.

There was some character development but I did not care about any character except Moneo, for me he was the best character in this book.

Duncan

was a massive disappointment, I thought the book was going somewhere with his character, but he's the exact same as

his former iterations except he succeeded where they failed

.

Siona

was bland, unexceptional and one-dimensional, perhaps Herbert will improve on her in the next book, but I was expecting something significant to happen with

her considering Leto's belief in her

.

All in all, a mix of deep and complex characters with bland and one-dimensional characters, all heading down the road of an unimportant, unimpactful and overly-prolonged narrative.

There so much confusion, filler, contrivance and bullshit that came in this book, but oh boy was it a ride! I very much enjoyed Leto's character, he is complex and tragic, an imperfect character but someone deeply understandable and iconic. Despite that, again, it felt as if nothing happened at all with him. This was merely a small window into his life

and the events leading up to his death.

As with the previous book, it was not as enjoyable as the first two books. There were moments of greatness, swimming in a puddle of mud and grime. Trying to sift through it all to find the hidden treasures was a hassle but rewarding at times.

I will not read this book ever again tho, which is exactly what Leto would want of me, to keep going forward in pursuit of the new, the fresh, in hopes of a surprise.

Farewell Leto II ✌️