When I was 11 years old my father handed me a copy of Ender's Game. I'd been reading science fiction for a while and the escape it provided was a life-saver. I was a lonely kid, often unable to connect to other children. I was precocious. I was a nerd. And I was gay, which made all the alienation and awkwardness of pre-teen life a little bit worse. But nothing had given me hope and solace like this story of a kid who, like me, faced bullies and loneliness and then went on to do great things with huge integrity.
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