It took me two attempts to read this The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin. The first time it was among some Asimov titles. Asimov’s accessible style made Ursula’s elaborate writing quite a challenge, and I could not go past the few chapters.
There’s a moment in life when we realise that most of our older relatives are no longer between us. We were used to consider them as the family history repositories, but now we suddenly discover there are not many around to ask about our family and some of the details might be lost forever. An so, at one time or another, either for ourselves or for our descendants, we all become interested in our family heritage.