A last-minute-uni-student style note to Sarah, who has officially hit the two-decade mark today. 😀 Zhu ni sheng ri kuai le! :star: (And psst, lemme know if you want a redesign on your blog (I’m thinking Vienna Teng. Or is that too fangirly?) I have TIME now.)
I haven’t looked at my marks since yesterday, which only reported my French marks. I’m really scared to look at my chem marks. Really, really scared.
I finished reading Ender’s Game a little bit ago, and while it’s quite good, I was a bit disappointed–I suppose I’d expected something different. Maybe I’d like it more if I were actually into military strategy and stuff… I’m also reading random chunks from Ender’s Shadow, which I like better, because Bean is a more interesting character overall.
(Rest of post contains spoilers for Ender’s Game.)
I think my main problem with Game was that I had an awful time with suspension of disbelief. I just couldn’t do it. Okay, super-precocious six-year-old. Fine, I can accept that. Beats older kids at a new game on his first try. Fine. I didn’t have a problem with Ender’s intelligence. I had a problem with him seriously injuring (and as we find out later, killing) another young boy. Without weapons. I think that initial discongruity prevented me from ever really getting into the book. Not to say I didn’t stay up half the night reading it, but it was almost tiring.
Ender just always… bothered me a bit. There was something too unreal about him.