Today and Thursday, I give you the two famous books that did nothing for me.
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card is pure D Sci-Fi. It begins with Ender who the military picks for a special project and put through a training exercise for young cadets. He is only six but from the start, manipulation by his superiors causes him to grow up fast. The world is fighting a terrible enemy, and they look to Ender to be the one who turns the tide in the war. They don’t have time for niceties.
Although I grew up adoring sci-fi, I never found the time to read Ender’s Game until this year. I read Mr. Card’s Memory of Earth series. Loved them. But this tome didn’t rock my boat like I expected. The storyline was great, the ending unexpected, lots of conflict and twists along the way. But it didn’t hold my interest and I found myself skipping whole paragraphs.
I really think it was more to do with Mr. Card’s writing style. To me, it was choppy. Hard. Skimmed the surface of the better story beneath the waves.
And that, my children is the definition of the word, “subjective”. This book is too well loved for it to be anything else other than not jiving with my nature.