The Host: A Novel
I think it’s quite obvious by now, from my recent posts, that I LOVED this book. At first, I found it slow to start, and wondered if I’d ever care about where the story was going. However, a quarter of the way through I found it hard to put down, and stayed up easily past midnight to continue reading. And then, there were the tears. The free-flowing, hardest I’ve ever cried while reading, honest to goodness, tears (that I unsuccessfully tried to hide from my husband, who raised an eyebrow at my rare condition). The puffy red eyes, streaky face, and sniffling were much too obvious, and could not be blamed on allergies 😉
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Stupid Book Is Making Me Cry!
Damn Stephenie Meyer and her “The Host“!!! I can’t believe I’m crying again over a book (and one of hers, again, no less!)
Oh the shame…my husband was wondering why I was taking so long in the bathroom, and really, how long can I actually hide in there? I had to come out, and face the real world all puffy face and sniffling, where no amount of cold water could wash away the evidence.
What, do you think I’m actually giving away a spoiler? Fear not. The only spoiler I can guarantee is that you will cry. I don’t even know how it ends, since I can’t even reach the end yet, ’cause I’m sobbing too hard to be able to read anything!