More rereading, with a twist.
Next week’s book review will be on TFIOS, but I’m going to be doing something a little bit different with it. (Also, I’m writing the acronym of the title because LAZINESS)
So, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see for that!
Now, on to this week’s review!
The sad thing about growing up is change. Especially when that change comes from out-growing things.
The small entertainment I might have found even remotely pleasurable before, seems just absurd and juvenile now. (Ahem, Disney Channel. ‘Nough said.)
I like a little depth in my stories now. And while I’m still a sucker for romance, I’m not naive to how lasting and wholesome relationships work IRL.
So, here’s where we get down to the nitty gritty of The Host:
Let’s hop into the nearest Police Public Call Box or delorean and go back to my high school years, when anyone with brain cells would be forced to admit that The Host was far superior to Stephenie Meyer’s more popular, cult saga.
But that’s just it. We set the bar for The Host pretty dang low.
Now, it’s an interesting enough concept. We’re taken to the aftermath of an alien invasion. We get differing perspectives of a strong willed human, Melanie, who’s body has been taken in possession by the “soul” Wanda. And Wanda isn’t some vicious, blood-thirsty creature. She’s this kind, gentle, and good-hearted glowing centipede….
But what potential the story has is dragged through the proverbial mud, as we’re forced to try and get through eight hundred and thirty pages of narration, little action, and… feeeelings.
Now romance, in it’s place, can be a beautiful thing in a story. But when it’s drowned in melodrama, potential abuse, and possibly the worst male counterpart… well, it’s enough to make a book lover commit the ultimate bookworm blasphemy- chucking that sucker across the room!
That might seem a little harsh, but let’s examine the real purpose of this story. It’s not the aliens or the mentioning of other earths or the strength of family or the resilience of the human race. Nope.
It’s all about the love square.
Oh, yes. If you’ve ever watched LOST, then you are privy to the messy, unrealistic wiles of the love square.
See, Melanie loves Jared. And Jared loves Melanie. But then Wanda comes along. And because she’s in Melanie’s body- she loves Jared. But then there’s Ian (who, BTW, is obviously the better option) and he falls for Wanda. And Wanda slowly falls for him. But she’s in Melanie’s body. So, she’s caught between Melanie’s desire for Jared and her growing attachment to Ian….
Phew! My fingers need a minute.
This book is more dramatic than an episode of The Bachelor. And considering the success rate of that show, both are a waste of time. (Still I watch. Still I read.)
Perhaps the romantic overlord of this story would have been an easier pill to swallow, had Jared not been a total dirt bag.
Swearing wise, I can’t really say. Because young Ciara marked those bad words out with black crayon. (I know, writing in books!? Such a heathen!) But there were quite a few marks, so yeah. There were also one or two scenes that insinuated love making was on the rise. (Insinuated is the polite way I’ve putting. Sex definitely happened. The act just wasn’t described… otherwise, this would have been in a different genre.)
Overall thoughts: look. It’s a pretty clean book. I think Stephenie Meyer is good for that. And if you LOVE romance and want a nice twist to it, then I’d easily recommend it to you.
But because of poor execution and a watered down plot, if you’re looking for a good Sci-Fi book… look elsewhere. (Sorry younger me, not sorry.)
Also, let me take the opportunity to say that rereading a book is like revisiting an old friend. Sometimes you catch up right where you left off, maybe learn something new about them. And other times you’re like… how the HECK were we ever friends?!?!?
But rereading is the best, and I strongly encourage it! (And also, rewatching. Which I’m doing right now. Hello, round 10 of LOST. And hello Sawyer )