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Book Review: The Host

29 Sep

 

The Host (novel)

The Host (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m four years late with this book review.  I don’t care.

Stephenie Meyer – the Twilight author – is not a great writer: stilted prose, dated language, and there is not one character in any of her books that hasn’t rolled their eyes at some point.  I find it incredible that she has an English degree.

Which brings me to my Six Word Saturday:

I have come to a conclusion:

You don’t have to be a good writer to be a great storyteller.

I had no internet for much of yesterday so I leafed through my Kindle and found The Host by Stephenie Meyer.  I started it because nothing else tempted me; I could not put it down.  Just like the Twilight books, which I love; but I think I love The Host more.

The most peaceful alien invasion known to sci-fi-kind; an impossible love story; a heroine sweet, adorable but not at all cloying – what’s not to love?  Unlike Bella Swan, who, much as I like her, has my palms itching to slap her and my teeth gritting get a grip every time she bursts into tears, which is often, I want to hug away her grief when Wanda cries.

Meyer’s themes of identity and self-image are pertinent; she is gifted at the unexpected; her characters are likeable.  What a shame her writing is so poor.  

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter: when a book keeps me up until two a.m. because I have to finish it, I say, if the author, publishers and editor don’t worry about the writing, then why should I?

The book is science fiction with barely any science; a love story with no sex; much of the action – if it can be called action – takes place in one dark location.  

Read it.

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Joke 555

29 Sep
Coconut Weather Station - Hawaiian Humor

Coconut Weather Station – Hawaiian Humor (Photo credit: IronRodArt – Royce Bair (NightScapes on Thursdays))

From weatherimages.org.

Although he was a qualified meteorologist, Hopkins ran up a terrible record of forecasting for the TV news program.  He became something of a local joke when a newspaper began keeping a record of his predictions and showed that he’d been wrong almost three hundred times in a single year.  That kind of notoriety was enough to get him fired.

He moved to another part of the country and applied for a similar job.  The job application called for the reason for leaving his previous position.

Hopkins wrote, “The climate didn’t agree with me.”

At Least the Weathers Not as Shit as Yesterday...

Goswell Road Coffee, Clerkenwell, London, UK (Photo credit: gruntzooki)

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