I think I’m a masochist.

I’m already reading the sixth book of Dune (it’s called “Dune Chapterhouse”). I gave up the fifth one, it was so boring, but now I feel that after the sixth one, I will read the fifth one anyway and the rest, which were written after Frank Herbert’s death.

There is something addictive about these books, even though sometimes I don’t understand why I read them. Boring dialogues, diffuse quotes, slow progress, and yet I feel like I’m part of something bigger, this world pulls me in.

The spice seems to work through the books as well.