I just finished Speaker for the Dead.
The book was a breath of fresh air. It’s been a long time since I’ve read something both so amazingly enjoyable and so profound. I know that I’m not supposed to feel this way, but it was definitely better than Ender’s Game. The simple prose toyed with my emotions the entire time. You’d be surprised how saddened I was over the fight of the main character with one of his longest friends.
And the depth was great. It is one of those books that changes you a bit once you’re done. Here’s my favorite line:
How suddenly we find the flesh of God within us after all, when we thought that we were only made of dust.
That came to me at a great time. I’ve always leaned toward a Reformed view of things so I tend to have a pretty negative view on the human condition, what with the soul-cancer of sin and all. But here I’m reminded of that awful and wonderful truth: Though I am dust, the flesh of God dwells in me. Though I am sick the creative power that told the story of the unmade universe into being is part of me.
And if that doesn’t brighten your day, I don’t know what will!
If you’ve never read a science fiction, go grab Ender’s Game and take the series to the end. You’ll be glad you did.