This is what I wrote yesterday. Note that I am quoting myself although I am aware that is beyond lame. 
 Ender's Game reminded me that the world is not dead and that I am the one who would probably be dead before I manage to discover all that the human race has to offer. I'm amazed at the fact that I can still be amazed. And that's Ender's Game in a nutshell. I just love when that happens. When a book proves to me that there are still things to discover out there, things to marvel and to enjoy in. Am I exaggerating? Probably, I'm in a poetically philosophical mood. All Ender's Fault. That's all I have to say about it. I care not about plot development, characterization and psychological development, mythology. 
 Lame self-referential escapade being over, with a more clear mind I think I am ready to reflect upon the reason why Ender's Game seems to be lacking a star. I did not like the ending. Truth be told there'll be no real spoilers, but to be on the safe side: (view spoiler)[Happy-go-lucky ending which in a nutshell absolves everything bad that has transpired. Every murderous action redeemed in a seemingly ad hoc ending which serves only a purpose to make room for MORE, for yet another Ender story. Hated that. (hide spoiler)] Also, I did not like the fact that Peter (view spoiler)[was so easily disposed of. Willy-nilly. A person who held such significant sway over Ender's life and has basically made him what he is (with Valentine's help) meets a literary demise unworthy of a fly. Did not like. (hide spoiler)] And this concludes my Ender's Game Review 2.0.