Finished

The best part of the bus ride was that I got to finish The Host. I literally read the last page as we turned into the parking lot of Kartchner Caverns. It was hard for me to get into it at first, but then I was hooked! Is it weird that I start having little mental descriptions of life in a literary sense when I am reading a book? I know I'm not creative enough to actually write a book, but my mind likes to play author. Weird? Yes!

Can't wait for the sequel. I know I'll be happy in August when the brown truck delivers another Stephanie Meyers masterpiece.