When I read Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card for the first time fifteen years ago, I had assumed that I would never enjoy a science fiction novel as much as a realistic book of fiction. I just wasn't that engaged in the whole enterprise of world-building and end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it fantasizing.
Then I read Ender's Game.
Wow. It grabbed me and I rode the ride from first ascent through the twists and turns of a believable premise and then a dramatic and poignant plot following an innocent individual whose destiny was pre-determined with the fate of Earth hanging in the balance.
It opened my mind and left me questioning my assumptions about how we build the future and what priorities we should value. Is it a game? Is it the real thing? How do we know who to trust?