Hey. You remember that time, not too long ago, when you read Twilight and you secretly, kind of, pretty much loved it? But then you felt like a bad feminist because Bella is a wimp and Edward is kind of creepy? Yeah. Me too.
So I know it’s not fair to compare the two, just because Stephenie Meyer wrote both of them, but I’m going to anyway.
The Host is so much better! It’s a more well thought-out, complete novel that does not feature whiny heroines or men who watch you while you sleep.
It’s a mature science fiction novel that, yeah, I’ll admit it, has its plot holes. (How did the first soul get into the first spider? How did they get into the first human?) But it was still a 100% enjoyable read (that could have been 100 pages shorter) that was not only entertaining, but thought-provoking. The other planets were imaginative and a throw-back, in my opinion, to A Wrinkle In Time.
I didn’t save quotes for this one, though I wish I had. It was mostly because I was so engrossed in the story that I didn’t stop to write anything down.