I'm seriously annoyed at how much I enjoyed the prequel books by Orson Scott Card and Aaron Johnston - The First Formic Wars.
Ender's Game and it's related books form the backbone of a good portion of my adolescence. I have signed copies of the Shadow of the Hegmon from one of Card's visits to BYU. My first Mu was Ender's Game based, and I still run the FB page for the old game players. (The kids of some of the last admin/wiz are old enough THEY are reading the books now.)
I am also aware that Card has gone absolutley fundamentalist and I'm ashamed of many of the public statements he has put out in the last 15 years both as a fan and as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had convinced myself that the prequels were going to carry that particular taint with them.
But I needed something to read and listen to when caring for my brother last weekend and so I decided I would give it a try. I was hooked before I had even left the parking lot of my apartment. I even bought the physical books when I went book browsing with my niece and nephew.
And gdi, they were amazing. They are NOT Ender's Game. They aren't the Shadow books. They are closest to the Speaker of the Dead ones, but even those are a far cry.
These were just... amazing. I cared deeply about every character. It cut me apart when they died. I couldn't figure out the angle of anyone, which the older I get, the harder it is to surprise me. I was expecting a different resolution than I was given. Now I'm irritated that the third book is done and my libraries don't have the ebook or audio book for the first book of the following series, The Second Formic War. I have to wait till tomorrow and go buy the danged thing. (I own physical copies of all the other books. I'm committed now.)
They were just.
So.
Good.