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Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, knew about the challenges of living inside a human: the overwhelming emotions, the too vivid memories. But there was one difficulty Wanderer didn't expect: the former tenant of her body refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.
Melanie fills Wanderer's thoughts with visions of the man Melanie loves -- Jared, a human who still lives in hiding. Unable to separate herself from her body's desires, Wanderer yearns for a man she's never met. As outside forces make Wanderer and Melanie unwilling allies, they set off to search for the man they both love.
Featuring what may be the first love triangle involving only two bodies, The Host is a riveting and unforgettable novel that will bring a vast new readership to one of the most compelling writers of our time.
- Print length656 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBack Bay Books
- Publication dateApril 13, 2010
- Reading age14 years and up
- Dimensions5.5 x 2.15 x 8.25 inches
- ISBN-100316068055
- ISBN-13978-0316068055
- Lexile measure640L
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"An epic story of love, family, and loyalty. . . . The Host is The X-Files meets Days of Our Lives."―Carol Memmott, USA Today
"Meyer is more interested in relationships than in flashy genre conventions. . . . Her affirmative life lesson is disarming."―Jeff Giles, Entertainment Weekly
"The Host lives up to the hype, blending science fiction and romance in a way that has never worked so well."―Jane Jorgenson, Library Journal
"Stephenie Meyer is an amazing phenomenon--out of the brightness of her mind and spirit comes the illuminated darkness of her stories. For no matter how much pain her characters suffer, Meyer infuses the tales with light and hope."―Orson Scott Card
"A fantastic, inventive, thoughtful, and powerful novel. The Host should come with a warning label: it will grab you and keep you reading well into the wee hours of night, and keep you thinking, deeply, hauntingly, well after the final word. Stephenie Meyer captures characters and handles story line like a master--a hybrid combination of Stephen King and Isaac Asimov."
―Ridley Pearson
"A brilliant and fascinating premise.... Its mix of adventure and new love on a new Earth is just right to get lost in this summer."―Sherri Hallgren, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
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The Host
A NovelBy Meyer, StephenieBack Bay Books
Copyright © 2010 Meyer, StephenieAll right reserved.
ISBN: 9780316068055
PROLOGUE
Inserted
The Healer’s name was Fords Deep Waters.
Because he was a soul, by nature he was all things good: compassionate, patient, honest, virtuous, and full of love. Anxiety was an unusual emotion for Fords Deep Waters.
Irritation was even rarer. However, because Fords Deep Waters lived inside a human body, irritation was sometimes inescapable.
As the whispers of the Healing students buzzed in the far corner of the operating room, his lips pressed together into a tight line. The expression felt out of place on a mouth more often given to smiling.
Darren, his regular assistant, saw the grimace and patted his shoulder.
“They’re just curious, Fords,” he said quietly.
“An insertion is hardly an interesting or challenging procedure. Any soul on the street could perform it in an emergency. There’s nothing for them to learn by observing today.” Fords was surprised to hear the sharp edge marring his normally soothing voice.
“They’ve never seen a grown human before,” Darren said.
Fords raised one eyebrow. “Are they blind to each other’s faces? Do they not have mirrors?”
“You know what I mean—a wild human. Still soulless. One of the insurgents.”
Fords looked at the girl’s unconscious body, laid out facedown on the operating table. Pity swelled in his heart as he remembered the condition her poor, broken body had been in when the Seekers had brought her to the Healing facility. Such pain she’d endured….
Of course she was perfect now—completely healed. Fords had seen to that.
“She looks the same as any of us,” Fords murmured to Darren. “We all have human faces. And when she wakes up, she will be one of us, too.”
“It’s just exciting for them, that’s all.”
“The soul we implant today deserves more respect than to have her host body gawked at this way. She’ll already have far too much to deal with as she acclimates. It’s not fair to put her through this.” By this, he did not mean the gawking. Fords heard the sharp edge return to his voice.
Darren patted him again. “It will be fine. The Seeker needs information and—”
At the word Seeker, Fords gave Darren a look that could only be described as a glare. Darren blinked in shock.
“I’m sorry,” Fords apologized at once. “I didn’t mean to react so negatively. It’s just that I fear for this soul.”
His eyes moved to the cryotank on its stand beside the table. The light was a steady, dull red, indicating that it was occupied and in hibernation mode.
“This soul was specially picked for the assignment,” Darren said soothingly. “She is exceptional among our kind—braver than most. Her lives speak for themselves. I think she would volunteer, if it were possible to ask her.”
“Who among us would not volunteer if asked to do something for the greater good? But is that really the case here? Is the greater good served by this? The question is not her willingness, but what it is right to ask any soul to bear.”
The Healing students were discussing the hibernating soul as well. Fords could hear the whispers clearly; their voices were rising now, getting louder with their excitement.
“She’s lived on six planets.”
“I heard seven.”
“I heard she’s never lived two terms as the same host species.”
“Is that possible?”
“She’s been almost everything. A Flower, a Bear, a Spider—”
“A See Weed, a Bat—”
“Even a Dragon!”
“I don’t believe it—not seven planets.”
“At least seven. She started on the Origin.”
“Really? The Origin?”
“Quiet, please!” Fords interrupted. “If you cannot observe professionally and silently, then I will have to ask you to remove yourselves.”
Abashed, the six students fell silent and edged away from one another.
“Let’s get on with this, Darren.”
Everything was prepared. The appropriate medicines were laid out beside the human girl. Her long dark hair was secured beneath a surgical cap, exposing her slender neck. Deeply sedated, she breathed slowly in and out. Her sun-browned skin had barely a mark to show for her… accident.
“Begin thaw sequence now, please, Darren.”
The gray-haired assistant was already waiting beside the cryotank, his hand resting on the dial. He flipped the safety back and spun down on the dial. The red light atop the small gray cylinder began to pulse, flashing faster as the seconds passed, changing color.
Fords concentrated on the unconscious body; he edged the scalpel through the skin at the base of the subject’s skull with small, precise movements, and then sprayed on the medication that stilled the excess flow of blood before he widened the fissure. Fords delved delicately beneath the neck muscles, careful not to injure them, exposing the pale bones at the top of the spinal column.
“The soul is ready, Fords,” Darren informed him.
“So am I. Bring her.”
Fords felt Darren at his elbow and knew without looking that his assistant would be prepared, his hand stretched out and waiting; they had worked together for many years now. Fords held the gap open.
“Send her home,” he whispered.
Darren’s hand moved into view, the silver gleam of an awaking soul in his cupped palm.
Fords never saw an exposed soul without being struck by the beauty of it.
The soul shone in the brilliant lights of the operating room, brighter than the reflective silver instrument in his hand. Like a living ribbon, she twisted and rippled, stretching, happy to be free of the cryotank. Her thin, feathery attachments, nearly a thousand of them, billowed softly like pale silver hair. Though they were all lovely, this one seemed particularly graceful to Fords Deep Waters.
He was not alone in his reaction. He heard Darren’s soft sigh, heard the admiring murmurs of the students.
Gently, Darren placed the small glistening creature inside the opening Fords had made in the human’s neck. The soul slid smoothly into the offered space, weaving herself into the alien anatomy. Fords admired the skill with which she possessed her new home. Her attachments wound tightly into place around the nerve centers, some elongating and reaching deeper to where he couldn’t see, under and up into the brain, the optic nerves, the ear canals. She was very quick, very firm in her movements. Soon, only one small segment of her glistening body was visible.
“Well done,” he whispered to her, knowing that she could not hear him. The human girl was the one with ears, and she still slept soundly.
It was a routine matter to finish the job. He cleaned and healed the wound, applied the salve that sealed the incision closed behind the soul, and then brushed the scar-softening powder across the line left on her neck.
“Perfect, as usual,” said the assistant, who, for some reason unfathomable to Fords, had never made a change from his human host’s name, Darren.
Fords sighed. “I regret this day’s work.”
“You’re only doing your duty as a Healer.”
“This is the rare occasion when Healing creates an injury.”
Darren began to clean up the workstation. He didn’t seem to know how to answer. Fords was filling his Calling. That was enough for Darren.
But not enough for Fords Deep Waters, who was a true Healer to the core of his being. He gazed anxiously at the human female’s body, peaceful in slumber, knowing that this peace would be shattered as soon as she awoke. All the horror of this young woman’s end would be borne by the innocent soul he’d just placed inside her.
As he leaned over the human and whispered in her ear, Fords wished fervently that the soul inside could hear him now.
“Good luck, little wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn’t need it.”
CHAPTER 1
Remembered
I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.
Not these eyes. My eyes. Mine. This was me now.
The language I found myself using was odd, but it made sense. Choppy, boxy, blind, and linear. Impossibly crippled in comparison to many I’d used, yet still it managed to find fluidity and expression. Sometimes beauty. My language now. My native tongue.
With the truest instinct of my kind, I’d bound myself securely into the body’s center of thought, twined myself inescapably into its every breath and reflex until it was no longer a separate entity. It was me.
Not the body, my body.
I felt the sedation wearing off and lucidity taking its place. I braced myself for the onslaught of the first memory, which would really be the last memory—the last moments this body had experienced, the memory of the end. I had been warned thoroughly of what would happen now. These human emotions would be stronger, more vital than the feelings of any other species I had been. I had tried to prepare myself.
The memory came. And, as I’d been warned, it was not something that could ever be prepared for.
It seared with sharp color and ringing sound. Cold on her skin, pain gripping her limbs, burning them. The taste was fiercely metallic in her mouth. And there was the new sense, the fifth sense I’d never had, that took the particles from the air and transformed them into strange messages and pleasures and warnings in her brain—scents. They were distracting, confusing to me, but not to her memory. The memory had no time for the novelties of smell. The memory was only fear.
Fear locked her in a vise, goading the blunt, clumsy limbs forward but hampering them at the same time. To flee, to run—it was all she could do.
I’ve failed.
The memory that was not mine was so frighteningly strong and clear that it sliced through my control—overwhelmed the detachment, the knowledge that this was just a memory and not me. Sucked into the hell that was the last minute of her life, I was she, and we were running.
It’s so dark. I can’t see. I can’t see the floor. I can’t see my hands stretched out in front of me. I run blind and try to hear the pursuit I can feel behind me, but the pulse is so loud behind my ears it drowns everything else out.
It’s cold. It shouldn’t matter now, but it hurts. I’m so cold.
The air in her nose was uncomfortable. Bad. A bad smell. For one second, that discomfort pulled me free of the memory. But it was only a second, and then I was dragged in again, and my eyes filled with horrified tears.
I’m lost, we’re lost. It’s over.
They’re right behind me now, loud and close. There are so many footsteps! I am alone. I’ve failed.
The Seekers are calling. The sound of their voices twists my stomach. I’m going to be sick.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” one lies, trying to calm me, to slow me. Her voice is disturbed by the effort of her breathing.
“Be careful!” another shouts in warning.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” one of them pleads. A deep voice, full of concern.
Concern!
Heat shot through my veins, and a violent hatred nearly choked me.
I had never felt such an emotion as this in all my lives. For another second, my revulsion pulled me away from the memory. A high, shrill keening pierced my ears and pulsed in my head. The sound scraped through my airways. There was a weak pain in my throat.
Screaming, my body explained. You’re screaming.
I froze in shock, and the sound broke off abruptly.
This was not a memory.
My body—she was thinking! Speaking to me!
But the memory was stronger, in that moment, than my astonishment.
“Please!” they cry. “There is danger ahead!”
The danger is behind! I scream back in my mind. But I see what they mean. A feeble stream of light, coming from who knows where, shines on the end of the hall. It is not the flat wall or the locked door, the dead end I feared and expected. It is a black hole.
An elevator shaft. Abandoned, empty, and condemned, like this building. Once a hiding place, now a tomb.
A surge of relief floods through me as I race forward. There is a way. No way to survive, but perhaps a way to win.
No, no, no! This thought was all mine, and I fought to pull myself away from her, but we were together. And we sprinted for the edge of death.
“Please!” The shouts are more desperate.
I feel like laughing when I know that I am fast enough. I imagine their hands clutching for me just inches behind my back. But I am as fast as I need to be. I don’t even pause at the end of the floor. The hole rises up to meet me midstride.
The emptiness swallows me. My legs flail, useless. My hands grip the air, claw through it, searching for anything solid. Cold blows past me like tornado winds.
I hear the thud before I feel it…. The wind is gone….
And then pain is everywhere…. Pain is everything.
Make it stop.
Not high enough, I whisper to myself through the pain.
When will the pain end? When…?
The blackness swallowed up the agony, and I was weak with gratitude that the memory had come to this most final of conclusions. The blackness took all, and I was free. I took a breath to steady myself, as was this body’s habit. My body.
But then the color rushed back, the memory reared up and engulfed me again.
No! I panicked, fearing the cold and the pain and the very fear itself.
But this was not the same memory. This was a memory within a memory—a final memory, like a last gasp of air—yet, somehow, even stronger than the first.
The blackness took all but this: a face.
The face was as alien to me as the faceless serpentine tentacles of my last host body would be to this new body. I’d seen this kind of face in the images I had been given to prepare for this world. It was hard to tell them apart, to see the tiny variations in color and shape that were the only markers of the individual. So much the same, all of them. Noses centered in the middle of the sphere, eyes above and mouths below, ears around the sides. A collection of senses, all but touch, concentrated in one place. Skin over bones, hair growing on the crown and in strange furry lines above the eyes. Some had more fur lower down on the jaw; those were always males. The colors ranged through the brown scale from pale cream to a deep almost-black. Aside from that, how to know one from the other?
This face I would have known among millions.
This face was a hard rectangle, the shape of the bones strong under the skin. In color it was a light golden brown. The hair was just a few shades darker than the skin, except where flaxen streaks lightened it, and it covered only the head and the odd fur stripes above the eyes. The circular irises in the white eyeballs were darker than the hair but, like the hair, flecked with light. There were small lines around the eyes, and her memories told me the lines were from smiling and squinting into sunlight.
I knew nothing of what passed for beauty among these strangers, and yet I knew that this face was beautiful. I wanted to keep looking at it. As soon as I realized this, it disappeared.
Mine, spoke the alien thought that should not have existed.
Again, I was frozen, stunned. There should have been no one here but me. And yet this thought was so strong and so aware!
Impossible. How was she still here? This was me now.
Mine, I rebuked her, the power and authority that belonged to me alone flowing through the word. Everything is mine.
So why am I talking back to her? I wondered as the voices interrupted my thoughts.
Continues...
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- Language : English
- Paperback : 656 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0316068055
- ISBN-13 : 978-0316068055
- Reading age : 14 years and up
- Lexile measure : 640L
- Item Weight : 1.3 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 2.15 x 8.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #34,290 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Stephenie Meyer's life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke-up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. "Though I had a million things to do (i.e. making breakfast for hungry children, dressing and changing the diapers of said children, finding the swimsuits that no one ever puts away in the right place), I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write--something I hadn't done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering." Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, then writing it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight.
Twilight was one of 2005's most talked about novels and within weeks of its release the book debuted at #5 on The New York Times bestseller list.Among its many accolades, Twilight was named an "ALA Top Ten Books for Young Adults," an Amazon.com "Best Book of the Decade&So Far", and a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. The movie version of Twilight will be released by Summit Entertainment nationwide on November 21, 2008, starring Kristen Stewart ("Into The Wild") and Robert Pattinson ("Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire").
The highly-anticipated sequel, New Moon, was released in September 2006 and spent 31 weeks at the #1 position on The New York Times bestseller list. Eclipse, the third book in Meyer's Twilight saga, was released on August 7, 2007 and sold 150,000 copies its first day on-sale. The book debuted at #1 bestseller lists across the country, including USA Today and The Wall Street Journal. The fourth and final book in the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn, was published on August 2, 2008, with a first printing of 3.2 million copies - the largest first printing in the publisher's history. Breaking Dawn sold 1.3 million copies its first day on-sale rocketing the title to #1 on bestseller lists nationwide.
Meyer's highly-anticipated debut for novel adults, The Host, was released by Little, Brown and Company in May 2008 and debuted at #1 on The New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
Stephenie Meyer graduated from Brigham Young University with a degree in English Literature. She lives in Arizona with her husband and sons.
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"You never know how much time you'll have."
Because honestly, The Host deserves better than the preconceived notions that some people have about it. A see so many reviewers who say they won't read it and it makes me sad. This was an amazingly good story with some of the most loveable and real characters. A few of my friends had previously read it and I was just holding out until closer to the adapted film's release for me to start it. My only regret is that I didn't read it sooner. It really is something special.
"And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?"
The uniqueness behind the plot is what I immediately became fascinated with. The idea that these aliens, or rather Souls, are implanted into human bodies... they then control the body as their own however they retain the memories of the Host. When Wanderer was implanted into Melanie it was because she was deemed to be strong enough to handle the memories and resistance that they believed would be forced upon the new Soul. They, the Seekers, wanted answers. Their job is to track down the pockets of humans who are still out there, refusing to give themselves over. And so, we meet our characters....
"You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered."
Wanderer is the Soul, later in the story she is called Wanda. You go in with the mindset that you will dislike Wanderer, I mean she is after all a part of the alien race that has all but wiped out humanity on earth. But you quickly learn that these Souls are gentle and kind. They have been to many planets before and I am sure they will continue to visit/take over many planets in the future. But they are not hostile. They saw what humans were doing to Earth, the wasting of resources, letting their people die in the street when there was so much that could be done to stop it and so much violence. They never stop to think about the mind they are removing from the body, just that they know they can make it a better place.
"I'd never lived on a planet where such atrocities could happen, even before the souls came. This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds- the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions...the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached."
Wanderer is implanted into Melanie but she is a fighter. She refuses to drift off into nothingness like so many other minds. She starts giving Wanderer her memories, of her brother Jamie and her boyfriend, Jared. She slowly lets the walls down and when she knows Wanderer is feeling the same emotions toward the people that Melanie loves she talks Wanderer into going to where she believes them to be. She sets off in search of Jamie and Jared.
"Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us."
"Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle."
Obviously the reunion is not a tender one. Melanie's eyes are now reflective in light, the sure sign that the body has been invaded by a new Soul. The Seekers have previously in the past tried to lead a newly inhabited Host back to their group in order to give away their location. There are not many people who approve of Melanie's Uncle Jeb allowing her to stay in their new home in the caves.
However, slowly people start to realize that Melanie is still there, deep inside Wanda's thoughts. I know it sounds a lot to wrap your head around but really I was never confused with the dialogue back and forth. It is very clear when it is Mel speaking or when it is Wanda speaking. You also never really think of them as one person. Even though they share the one body there is no doubt ever that there are two separate beings.
"If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives."
The most unique part of this entire story, as if it wasn't unique enough, is the love square. Yes, you read that correctly... a love square. Melanie of course loves Jared, and even when Jared finally comes around and believes that Melanie is still alive inside Wanda's head, every time he touches her Wanda feels the heat of it because of the emotions she carries from Melanie. But Melanie feels jealously toward the act because she thinks Jared should not be touching Wanda like that. As much as Melanie yearns for Jared, Wanda starts to get close to someone else...
"You don't really feel that way about me you know. It's this body... she's pretty isn't she?"
"She is. Melanie is a very pretty girl. Even beautiful. But pretty as she is, she is a stranger to me. She's not the one I... care about."
"It's this body."
"That's not true at all. It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the things you do with it. You are beautiful."
And that would be Ian. *sigh* I love Ian. I love Jared also, don't get me wrong, but Ian was so sweet and gentle with Wanda. Ian loves Wanda. Not Melanie. But nothing of course can come of this because each time they get closer her body reacts so negativity because of Melanie. So as you can see, a love square.
The emotions between the characters is amazing and honestly there isn't a single person you don't love. Even the ones you believe to be villains will have you turned around by the end of the book. Uncle Jeb is hilarious and Melanie's little brother Jamie... he broke me. I love him so much and I shed quite a few tears where Jamie was involved. Love him.
"This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds - the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions.. the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached."
And even though I don't like spoilers I will just add that you know me and happily ever afters... I crave them! I was so scared all throughout the book because I didn't see how this would have a happy ending. But I am glad to report that it does in fact end perfectly.
There is however so much more that Meyer could do with this series. It has always been rumored that this would be turned into a trilogy but there was never any confirmation... that was until very recently. I am very happy that Meyer has finally admitted that she is in the process of writing a sequel, The Seeker. There is no release date as of yet but the fact it is being written is enough for me. Loved this book and the world it created and I will be very excited to continue in it.
"Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine."
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At A Glance
LOVES!!!! I loved almost everything about The Host. I am totally going to fangirl all over this review because I can't help but squee every time I think of this book.
The Good
Holy Crap! I don't even know where to start. Oh, oh, I know. If you hated Twilight, never fear, The Host is 100% better. Twilight for me was a fun story about obsession more than love that was badly written. The Host is very well written and has way more substance and character development.
I could go on and on about The Host and character development. That's what made this book The Bomb. Oh yeah, I still use that 90's phrase. I'm bringing it back! Each character made me feel so much emotion, so much joy, so much sadness that it felt like I was part of the story. I actually cried near the end of this book. Cried! Me, the unemotional robot actually cried! Stephenie made me care for everyone. They were all multi-dimensional characters with their own stories, even if their individual stories were not outright told. They had obvious depth and unique personalities. I had to know what was going to happen to them, what was going to happen next. It was a "keep reading or die of deprivation" scenario. Yup, I was that dramatic while reading this book.
The concept was somewhat unique. Sure, we have movies and books with alien's taking over the human race, but The Host felt different. Because it's from the alien's perspective and how she comes to love the humans she is meant to dominate. We have Melanie, the body, the human, and Wanderer (Wanda), the soul, the alien. Though Wanda has control of Melanie's body, Melanie refuses to let Wanda take complete control. She will not be silenced. So Melanie does the only thing she can, she shares memories of the man she loves, Jared, with Wanda. Wanda slowly falls in love with Jared through Melanie's memories. But it's when they set out to find Melanie's lost love that the story really begins. Because this is not a story about an alien takeover. This is a story about friendship, love, and sacrifice. It's about what a species is willing to do for survival. It's also about finding out who you really are and what you are willing to do for the ones you love. The Host is more complex than it seems.
Wanda was one of the best characters ever. She has lived many lives, in many bodies. But it's Melanie, a girl who won't give up, that changes her outlook on life and humanity. Wanda takes risks for a love that has grown only from memories. But she finds mostly hatred from the rebels from which her "beloved" lives. Having Wanda fall in love with Jared because of Melanie's memories was simply genius. I felt horrible for her when she is attacked and treated like an outcast amongst the rebels, even if I knew that it was logical for them to be cautious of her. Wanda is brave beyond reason though. She is strategic in what she says, what she shares. She knows how to stay alive. And her compassion for others is admirable. It's still hard to grasp the close friendship Melanie and Wanda had considering the circumstances. Then Ian came into the picture and changes everything...for the better.
Melanie was also a very strong and determined character. She held on to her soul, her conscienceness and fought with Wanda for control over the body they shared. And her love for Jared was simply beautiful. It kept the whole story going. Jared was a little iffy for me at first, but I grew to love him like Wanda and Melanie did. He was somewhat hardened by the rough life humans now had to live, but he still held on to the kindness and compassion that seems to be ingrained into his person. Ian was a whole other story. He starts out as the bad guy (kind of) but he turns into the most amazing love interest ever. We should all be so lucky to have someone like Ian in our lives. He loves with wild abandoned and I admire him the more for it.
There was just enough action to keep my attention the whole way through. The Host was well written and the plot was well thought-out. The world-building was interesting and had me wanting to learn more. I love how Stephenie wrote a sci-fi book that had less to do with the human perspective. This was about the alien's perspective. It was less about a hostile alien invasion and more about human nature in all its glory.
I actually read this book years ago and I remembered almost everything about it even today. I reread/skimmed it for this review, but it was unnecessary. This book left such an impression on me that the whole story was imprinted into my mind.
The Bad
I almost gave The Host my rare 6 stars, but I had to concede that it wasn't perfect. Close, but not quite. The beginning is slow, as well as other parts of the novel. I still wanted to continue reading, I just wish more happened in certain areas.
The Snuggly
Stephenie labeled this book as Adult but it's not. It has a YA feel, especially in the romance department. We only get some kissing and touching. But the sort of love triangle was freakin' awesome. I really didn't know how Stephenie was going to handle the relationships in this book since it was all very complicated. But she did an excellent job of giving us a satisfying resolution for each couple. Jared and Melanie, Wanderer and Ian, it was all so romantic and crazy at the same time.
Final Thoughts
The Host is one of my favorite books of all time. It may not be perfect but it's pretty damn close, for me at least. You will grow to love each character with ease. And the storyline will leave you wanting more. Trully, this is not a book to be missed. Highly recommended.
Quotes
"It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful."
*****
"I love you," I whispered.
"Don't say that like you're saying goodbye."
But I had to. "I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become." I worded it carefully, so that there would be no lie in my voice.
"If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower, it wouldn't matter. I would always love you, always remember you. You will be my only partner."
*****
"I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful."
*****
"You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered."
Top reviews from other countries
Reviewed in Mexico on December 29, 2023
Storylinen är fantastisk, och jag älskar verkligen alla karaktärer men framförallt relationen mellan Wanda och Mel. Boken har ett väldigt intressant budskap och väcker många tankar. Jag hade rekommenderat den här boken till alla som gillar att läsa :) (men det kan vara bra att ha ett exemplar där alla sidor stämmer och finns med)