Continuing on

So reading this book, Ender's Game that is, I've been noticing why I love it so much. It's obvious really: Ender, the kid genius, he's everything I want to be, and so much of him I relate so strongly to. He doesn't like conflict or attention, he wants to be left alone. But there are always expectations, expecatations heaped onto him, mostly by his family. And o man his family. His parents, they act as if they love him, but he can see how they resent him. Their roles, in the end, are unimportant, his parents were merely a means for his existance. Ender didn't even truly care for his parents, he was invested wholy in his siblings, in their crazy love-hate relationship. It's some serious shit, and I relate to almost all of it.