The Host

We recently went to the movies, and one of the previews we saw was for "The Host". I knew that Stephenie Meyer (she of Twilight fame) had another book, but I hadn't really had any interest in reading it. The movie preview brought the book back into my consciousness, and after my mom told me she got the audio book this week, I decided to give reading it a try.

I started it on the plane home on Wednesday night, and right away I wondered how they were going to make a movie out of it when the whole book was told from inside the head of the alien who takes over a human body. That aside, it was initially pretty readable and made the flight go by quickly. With only an hour of flight, I didn't make it that far into the book that night.

Last night Donovan had a dealing gig with Casino Magic, and he left the house about 5:15pm and wasn't going to be back till around midnight. I sat down with the book (on my new Kindle Paperwhite!) and read for about four hours straight. This morning I couldn't wait to pick up where I left off and I read for most of the day until I finished the book just a little while ago.

Just like with the Twilight books (say what you will about them), I got completely and totally sucked into this universe that Stephenie Meyer created and the lives of the characters who inhabit it. I lost count of how many times I teared up and cried, and I know that I laughed out loud at least once.

It's interesting to me how wrapped up I get in certain books. The Twilight books were that way for me, as were the Fifty Shades books (yes, I'm admitting this publicly), the Hunger Games books, and many more that I can't think of at the moment. I finish these books and I just want to go back and read them again so that I can stay in their world. They may not be literary masterpieces, but they keep my butt glued to my chair, my eyes on my Kindle, and they transport me to their magical worlds to the point that I have a hard time coming back to reality. That, to me, is the sign of a good book.


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