Aaaand cue the cheese
56 pages into Stephenie Meyer's The Host:
Yep, she's still as much of a prude and a cheap-melodrama-type romance addict as ever. Dude. If the world is sort of over, TRUST ME, but the survivors will be fucking like rabbits.
Aaaanyway. At least it's somewhat interesting, I guess. And, well. It could be worse.
OKAY. since it's a tradition to spork Mrs. Meyer's books as I read them, I'll be filing them under my Twilight tag as well, for, you know, easy access, or whatever.
Yep, she's still as much of a prude and a cheap-melodrama-type romance addict as ever. Dude. If the world is sort of over, TRUST ME, but the survivors will be fucking like rabbits.
Aaaanyway. At least it's somewhat interesting, I guess. And, well. It could be worse.
OKAY. since it's a tradition to spork Mrs. Meyer's books as I read them, I'll be filing them under my Twilight tag as well, for, you know, easy access, or whatever.