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December 2nd, 2014

El Juego de Ender

Título: El juego de Ender
Título original: Ender’s Game
Autor: Orson Scott Card
320 páginas, ePub

La Tierra se ve amenazada por la especie extraterrestre de los insectores, seres que se comunican telepáticamente y que se consideran totalmente distintos de los humanos, a los que quieren destruir. Para vencerles, la humanidad necesita de un genio militar y por ello se permite el nacimiento de Ender, que es el tercer hijo de una pareja en un mundo que ha limitado estrictamente a dos el número de descendientes.

El de El Juego de Ender es uno de esos casos en los que, al haber visto antes la adaptación cinematográfica, cuando por fin leo el libro lo que hago es una comparación entre adaptación y novela, con lo que más que una reseña me ha quedado una opinión sobre algunos detalles de la novela y cómo fueron retratados o no en la adaptación. Y como es posible que se me hayan escapado un par de spoilers (mínimos, eso sí, no creáis que me pongo a contarlo todo), lo pondré todo tras un salto de línea y vosotros veréis lo que hacéis. Yo me lavo las manos XDD

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El libro me parece recomendable, eso sí, porque pese a lo lento que es a veces, creo que la historia merece la pena. Solo una cosa: si el hecho de que el autor esté en contra de los matrimonios homosexuales os resulta incómodo, no os gastéis dinero en él. Aun a riesgo de hacer la puñeta a las editoriales, que en principio no tienen culpa de que el tío sea un capullo, siempre podéis bajaros una edición gratis de internet. En mi caso es lo que he hecho porque ni tenía dinero para comprarlo en formato físico ni la biblioteca disponía de ningún ejemplar de este título (pese a que sí tienen otros libros del mismo autor, algunos de la misma colección)

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