The Host

The Host, the newest book by the Twilight series author, Stephenie Meyer, was my latest conquest. This was a truly startling book. I read about 30 pages into it and had to skip to the end to read the last two paragraphs to be sure there was a light at the end of the tunnel, of course this may just be a result of my own nature (I've done the same thing with many books in the past, bad habit) It was so bleak. As I read, I felt my heart drop about a dozen times.

That said, I'm sure this is starting to sound like a negative review, but trust me when I say it is not. This book was breath-taking. Stephenie Meyer certainly has a knack for making her characters real to the reader. She makes you feel what the main character feels, and in this case that gets a little complicated as there are two people in the main character's head, so you're really not sure who you're empathizing with.

I was reluctant to read this book. I'm starting to realize that when it comes to books, I'm overly judgmental and reluctant to try new things, something I'm trying to remedy. I'm not into the alien thing. I never was. Give me vampires, give me werewolves and dragons and faeries. Those things I can make myself believe in, even if only for the short duration of the book (except unicorns, we all know unicorns are real). But aliens? Really? Now that's a little far-fetched. Reluctant as I was, however, with the Twilight series fresh in my mind and the anticipation of the next book still strong, when anything with Stephenie Meyer's name on it is shoved my way, my snobbish stubbornness will crumble. I endured 624 pages of elation and heartbreak at the hands of the emotional sadist I've come to love.

Now let us all clap our hands and say, "I do believe MTV won't ruin the Twilight movie. I do believe."

- Krista