I’m slowly working through Children of Dune still (and so far I’m pretty much in agreement with Duracell’s above review), but I’m going to write about a book I finished a few weeks ago and never posted about.

VALIS by Philip K. Dick

I don’t think I understand a single thing about it. It’s also my favorite PKD novel (so far, anyway, I’ve only read five). Completely wacko in all the best ways, and at the same time it feels very honest. It’s a deeply personal work.

Okay, I’m terrible at literary criticims, but man I love this book.