I am pretty chipper today, but it's not from a good night's sleep. I stayed up until 3 reading Stephenie Meyer's The Host because I couldn't put it down. In fact, even now, I am rehashing the scenes in my mind over and over because it is ingrained into my soul. I didn't just read this book, I lived it. The characters were so real that I can't let them die. So I replay my favorite scenes to keep them alive. It's almost cruel when an author invents someone so wonderful you wish you could meet them face to face but you can't. Kids have it easy, they can go to Disney World and shake hands with Snow White. They should have a literature theme park so I can explore the underground caves that Stephenie invented and had such skill as to share those images so vividly. Five stars (obviously). There was a ghost of a similarity with Twilight in that the romance was warped into a tangled mess that resolves itself wonderfully. The same sort of death threats, triangles and fierce loyalty. I'm a super sucker for that sort thing. The writing is the best part.
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