Ender's Game
I forget how much Ender's Game makes my heart hurt, and then I do something stupid like stay up late rereading it when I have to get up the next morning and load all of my sister's junk into a moving van, unable to sleep for like... 3 hours after I'm done because the gaping chest wound that it always leaves me with.
So yeah, it's almost two in the morning, and I'm stealing my sister's neighbor's internet because that damn book has unsettled me so much that I can't get rid of the very real physical discomfort it has caused me. Damnit, Ender.
I still love you forever, you 11-year old murdering genius.
So yeah, it's almost two in the morning, and I'm stealing my sister's neighbor's internet because that damn book has unsettled me so much that I can't get rid of the very real physical discomfort it has caused me. Damnit, Ender.
I still love you forever, you 11-year old murdering genius.