Endendendend...err.

I'd like to take a moment and sigh with satisfaction. FOR I HAVE FINISHED A BOOK.

This particular book was Ender's Game (*oh golly, what a surprise*), and after completing it, I can officially add this chunk of literary genius to the slowly-growing pile of stories that I have come to love very passionately. I'm not here to review, but instead, to tell you how happy I am with myself. I feel like it's been a long time since I finished a book that I set out to read on my own, for pure enjoyment, and not because my schooling curriculum told me to.

Also, the ending was a million dollar ending.

I'm kind of weird when it comes story conclusions. 
---actually I'm really weird when it comes to a lot of things, but we aren't talking about things. We're talking about books.
I like it when a book ends, but still carries a promise. A promise to the reader that indeed, life does go one after the final chapter. The character(s) remain, continue, and carry on. The overall story will never end, even if their is no complete account of it between the covers.
The final paragraph of Ender's game is exactly what I'm talking about. It gives promise. It gives the reader hope in Ender's future. He will accomplish and conquer. He still has purpose, even after the meat of the story is done and over with.

This is what our own tales are like too.
We have our moments of adventure, romanticism, moral pitches, and yet, between these flights of the epic, there is stillness. We live on.

A good book is only a single shard of a splendid story. It's only a piece, a section, a memento of the main character's lifetime. In the life, he or she may have done great things. But when it's all over---once everything is said and everything done---the character moves on. His or her time may be finished in act I, but their life continues in act II. Even though act I is where the novel might end, it doesn't mean that act II never existed.

I draw this out now because I think God is like an author. He writes our tales, inking them down, jotting them out, creating the grandest most spectacular literature of all time. And if ever we feel that our pages have ended, we can still cling to a stirring hope, and remember that the story doesn't end. Ever. Just like our own earthly fictions: It goes on.


There are a lot of things about Ender's Game that make the book worth reading. On the other hand, there are parts that aren't to worth it to read either. In spite of this, it's fast become a favorite of mine.

So yeah...
Books.
I've been making a big deal out of them lately. Hope you haven't minded. Maybe I haven't and it's just me. Maybe a lot of things are just me. Maybe just me is the only one who cares about a lot of things. But who cares if only I do?

Thank you for reading.
Drop me a comment. About books. About Christmas. About David Tennant. Not about NaNo.

Cheerio,
K-Minty

The end.