Saturday, 28 December 2013

Scott Card O, Ender's Game

Picked this up on impulse in the library, after hearing lots about the current film that, let's face it, I'll probably not bother going to see. An odd little novel, where the threat of global destruction makes an all powerful government reliant on the abilities of children. Ender is six when his adventures start. You can't tell from the characterisation,  so occasionally the author clunkily reminds you.

Readable. Disposable.

First line
I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one. Or at least as close as we're going to get.
last line (spoilerish, but this book is nearly as old as I am, so fair game, I reckon)
 And always Ender carried with him a dry white cocoon, looking for the world where the hive-queen could awaken and thrive in peace. He looked a long time.

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