So when I heard she had written an actual book again, especially one with a title like The Chemist (in case you didn’t know, I used to be one of them chemistry types), I couldn’t resist giving her another chance.
I enjoyed several of the Twilight books for what they were, and I quite liked The Host. Obviously the Twilight series has some serious problems, but my main beef with Stephenie has always been the contemptuous way she treats her fans (don’t get me started on Life and Death, alrighty?). Her writing is pleasant and unobjectionable, and she does know how to tell an interesting story. I feel the need to add a bit of a disclaimer: I’m not a complete Stephenie hater. Unfortunately, I’m writing this because the worst case scenario has indeed transpired. He then agreed that I needed to read the book. “Because the worst case scenario is I have something to rant about on my blog.” “Why would you do that to yourself?” he asked.
When I found out Stephenie Meyer had written a new book, I turned to Tom and told him I had to read it.
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