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A review by alborland
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
5.0
To my dearest big brothers,
I knew you two loved this book, but I was a girl! Sure you taught me the tricks to beating Nintendo games and conditioned me to escape a half-nelson, but I wanted to be a girl's girl. I was a card-carrying member of the Babysitter's Club Book Club goddammit! But you nagged me for years to try this new comic book, watch us play this new video game, be better at math and science like us. BE LIKE US you so silently wished.
I remember seeing Ender's Game kicking around our house. An object I knew well, so familiar for how many times I glanced at it then promptly ignored it. I knew it was for boys and I had no interest. But you loved it, like a religious text. It was a driving force in your lives as you went on to following your dreams of being just like Ender.
So I don't know why I finally decided to read it. You never hyped it up or pushed it on me. All I knew going into it is that the author is currently a homophobic mess, Dashboard Confessional named a song after the main character and that this book helped shape you boys into the manboys you are today.
And so I thought of you both with every chapter. Confused at first, very confused. Then even more confused. Then saddened by the fact there were so few girls and this book really wasn't for me the whole time, I KNEW IT! Then I was mad, it hurt to read the same struggle over and over. Then I was bored, I don't care about flight tactics anymore! Haven't I listened to you both coordinate yourselves in Halo enough?! Get to the final battle.
You boys know I don't search for twists, I like to let them hit me. This time I was knocked out. And in the final chapters of your favourite book, it became one of mine. Maybe because I idolize and pity you both in some ways. Maybe because I want to feel like I understand you.
So now the next time we're gathered, talking about what we've been up to, I can casually mention how I loved Ender's Game. And maybe you can let me know if the sequels are worth my time.
Love, your darling little sister.
I knew you two loved this book, but I was a girl! Sure you taught me the tricks to beating Nintendo games and conditioned me to escape a half-nelson, but I wanted to be a girl's girl. I was a card-carrying member of the Babysitter's Club Book Club goddammit! But you nagged me for years to try this new comic book, watch us play this new video game, be better at math and science like us. BE LIKE US you so silently wished.
I remember seeing Ender's Game kicking around our house. An object I knew well, so familiar for how many times I glanced at it then promptly ignored it. I knew it was for boys and I had no interest. But you loved it, like a religious text. It was a driving force in your lives as you went on to following your dreams of being just like Ender.
So I don't know why I finally decided to read it. You never hyped it up or pushed it on me. All I knew going into it is that the author is currently a homophobic mess, Dashboard Confessional named a song after the main character and that this book helped shape you boys into the manboys you are today.
And so I thought of you both with every chapter. Confused at first, very confused. Then even more confused. Then saddened by the fact there were so few girls and this book really wasn't for me the whole time, I KNEW IT! Then I was mad, it hurt to read the same struggle over and over. Then I was bored, I don't care about flight tactics anymore! Haven't I listened to you both coordinate yourselves in Halo enough?! Get to the final battle.
You boys know I don't search for twists, I like to let them hit me. This time I was knocked out. And in the final chapters of your favourite book, it became one of mine. Maybe because I idolize and pity you both in some ways. Maybe because I want to feel like I understand you.
So now the next time we're gathered, talking about what we've been up to, I can casually mention how I loved Ender's Game. And maybe you can let me know if the sequels are worth my time.
Love, your darling little sister.