…but never did we dream that thought could arise from the lonely animals who cannot dream each other’s dreams. How were we to know?
I have read Ender’s Shadow before this book. Shadow basically tells the same story, only from Bean’s perspective. And so I dove into this novel already knowing the great, tragic twist; I have working knowledge of the Battle School even before I cracked open this book. Remember, the enemy gate is down, says Ender Wiggin, and true, true. I know that. Really, there shouldn’t be a surprise.
And still the last few pages of Ender’s Game knocked the wind right out of me. Unbelievable emotional power. Unbelievable.