Ender's Game

There are some books that have chased after me for years. They pop up in conversations with other people over and over. Details of the plot leak into my head and I start thinking about how they work. But I never read them. Then I yield, read the book and understand why the book chased me all those years.

I finally read Ender’s Game, by Orson Scott Card, and I wish I had read it when I was younger. I might have had the courage to make different choices. I found it comforting to find someone else who thought like me and wanted to love his friends and family but felt alienated because of his responsibilities. That closeness with the main character is what made me really appreciate the last few lines of Card’s introduction to the book:

The story is one that you and I will construct together in your memory. If the story means anything to you at all, then when you remember it afterward, think of it, not as something I created, but rather as something that we made together.