It’s been a long time since I have opened up a book and actually finished reading it. My latest attempt has been with the book “Divergence”, and I got to chapter 4 and just lost total interest.
However, years ago, there were several books that I just found myself not wanting to put down. Great stories that just drew me into the threads of the weaving that the other was doing.
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card still stands as one of my all time favorites. Recentlythey made it into a movie, and overall I was ok with how it turned out. The movie still didn’t hold up to how good the book is, but it did a decent job (plus, Han Solo, right?!) Although, Ender’s story is one of pain and grief, while reading the book you can’t help but feel for him, wondering if you would make the same choices, do the same things, or excel how he did.
Dune by Frank Herbert is another one of the books that I just fell in love with. Something about Paul Atreides transformation into Muad’Dib, the reluctant messiah of the Freman just really calls out to me (not that I want to be a Messiah, I’ll leave that to Jesus, thank you). I think somewhere along the lines, I suffer from a superhero complex, the desire to be part of something greater then myself, to swoop in and save the day, or help other’s overcome… or.. ehh, I don’t know.. something.
And then there is Armor by John Steakly. Oh, how I love this book. I read this as a young teenager, and still to this day I have fond memories of it. Felix, the main character in the first part of this biopic story, is this guy that I just totally related too. A runaway who joined the military, and with nothing to loose, became a legend. The funny part is, he didn’t join to become a legend, he joined to get away from his life, and in the process, becomes this myth that people rally behind, because he just doesn’t understand the word quit. Trust me, there is more to the story, that’s just a brief synopsis of how I see Felix, so if you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it.
Yeah, I know, I like science fiction, and in writing this daily post challenge, I realize I have this thing for the reluctant hero types. The ones who never went looking for trouble, fame, or glory, but somehow, when it was thrust upon them, they stood up, did the job, and carried on. You really do have to admire the real men and women in the world who do that, and I guess a part of me kind of hopes that I am that kind of person, or at least would be if the opportunity ever presented itself.
Heck, it might have already, and I missed it.
Or maybe it did, and I just haven’t figured it out.
Well, none the less, one day my story will be finished.
I just hope it’s a good one.