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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Book Review: The Host by Stephenie Meyer

Genre: Adult Fiction (Science Fiction Romance)
Date Published: May 6, 2008
Publisher: Little Brown and Company

The Blurb:
Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of human hosts while leaving their bodies intact. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, didn't expect to find its former tenant refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.

As Melanie fills Wanderer's thoughts with visions of Jared, a human who still lives in hiding, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she's never met. Reluctant allies, Wanderer and Melanie set off to search for the man they both love.

Featuring one of the most unusual love triangles in literature, THE HOST is a riveting and unforgettable novel about the persistence of love and the essence of what it means to be human.

My Review:
The Host is the first book in The Host series by Stephenie Meyer. I actually read this book when it first came out, but that was long before my reviewing days started. So, I decided to review it now since the movie comes out tomorrow. I have a love/hate relationship with The Host which makes it a hard one to review and rate for me. While I enjoyed the characters and the story itself, the pacing was extremely slow which made it hard to finish. I'm actually excited for the movie though. After I read it, I thought this would make a better movie than a book because with a movie they'll have to cut out a lot of the draggy parts by default. So, if they do it right, I think that will help with the pacing and let us get right down to the good stuff. I love the idea behind the story. It has some truly unique aspects. I want to know what happens next, plus I'm attached to the characters. When book two finally appears, I will definitely be grabbing it.

The Movie Trailer:

Have you read The Chemist?

About the Author:
I was born in Connecticut in 1973, during a brief blip in my family's otherwise western U.S. existence. We were settled in Phoenix by the time I was four, and I think of myself as a native. The unusual spelling of my name was a gift from my father, Stephen (+ ie = me). Though I have had my name spelled wrong on pretty much everything my entire life long, I must admit that it makes it easier to google myself now.

I filled the "Jan Brady" spot in my family-the second of three girls. Unlike the Brady's, none of my three brothers are steps, and all of them are younger than all the girls. I went to high school in Scottsdale, Arizona, the kind of place where every fall a few girls would come back to school with new noses and there were Porsches in the student lot (for the record, I have my original nose, and never had a car until after I was in my twenties). I was awarded a National Merit Scholarship, and I used it to pay my way to Brigham Young University, in Provo, Utah. I majored in English, but concentrated on literature rather than creative writing, mostly because I didn't consider reading books "work" (as long as I was going to be doing something anyway, I might as well get course credit for it, right?).

I met my husband, Pancho (his real name is Christiaan), when I was four, but we were never anywhere close to being childhood sweethearts. In fact, though we saw each other at least weekly through church activities, I can't recall a single instance when we so much as greeted each other with a friendly wave, let alone exchanged actual words. This may have been for the best, because when we did eventually get around to exchanging words, sixteen years after our first meeting, it only took nine months from the first "hello" to the wedding. Of course, we were able to skip over a lot of the getting to know you parts (many of our conversations would go something like this: "This one time, when I was ten, I broke my hand at a party when-" "Yeah, I know what happened. I was there, remember?") We've been married for ten and a half years now, and have three beautiful, brilliant, wonderful boys who often remind me chimpanzees on crack. I can't write without music, and my biggest muse is, ironically enough, the band Muse. My other favorite sources of inspiration are Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, The All American Rejects, Travis, The Strokes, Brand New, U2, Kasabian, Jimmy Eat World, and Weezer, to mention a few.

To learn more about Stephenie Meyer and her books, visit her website.

1 comment :

  1. I still haven't read this and I am shocked considering I devoured all things Twilight. I'm a bit scared to be let down I suppose. I have to read it before the movie. So I better get going huh? Lolz


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