The Host

by Stephenie Meyer

I know what you’re thinking — Stephenie Meyer?! Stephenie Meyer of the sparkling vampires and gay werewolves Stephenie Meyer? And the answer to that is a resounding no! Yes, she wrote that other unfortunate series, but this is Stephenie Meyer of the awesome alien invasions and philosophically stimulating smorgasbords, the Stephenie Meyer of totally original love triangles (she’s moved on from Bella-Edward-Jacob, thank God) and adult novels that for once deserve all the attention they get. The book won’t win any awards for best literature or finest prose, certainly, but it’s a six-hundred page book that made it very hard to sleep at night because I had to read JUST ONE MORE CHAPTER, and if you’re looking for something engaging and thought-provoking and just plain fun to while away a few hours, look no farther!

Why I Finished:

Are you kidding? I couldn’t put the damn thing down! I don’t care what anyone says about Stephenie Meyer, or even Twilight, but The Host is unsurpassed for sheer ability to hold my attention. There’s talk of a sequel and a sequel to that sequel… and if that’s true, I’m on board the whole effing way.