The Host: A Novel
Stephenie Meyer
Language: English
Pages: 520
ISBN: B00EDG0UPM
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of human hosts while leaving their bodies intact. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, didn't expect to find its former tenant refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.
As Melanie fills Wanderer's thoughts with visions of Jared, a human who still lives in hiding, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she's never met. Reluctant allies, Wanderer and Melanie set off to search for the man they both love.
Featuring one of the most unusual love triangles in literature, THE HOSTis a riveting and unforgettable novel about the persistence of love and the essence of what it means to be human. (2008)
settlement before we had adequate numbers in place for a full-scale assimilation. By the time they realized what the See Weeds were capable of, were willing to do, it was too late. The next shipment of hibernating souls was too far away, and before they’d arrived, the northern forest was lost. I faced the Seeker now, curious to judge the impact of my words. She was impassive, staring at the white nothingness of the bare wall across the room. “I’m sorry I can’t help you further.” I said the
guards—I was faint with hunger, and I swayed with every step; my head felt dizzy and hollow. “You aren’t planning to tell him, are you?” It was Maggie’s voice; it came from a few feet behind me, and it sounded like an accusation. “He’s got a right to know,” Jeb replied. The stubborn note was back in his voice. “It’s an unkind thing you are doing, Jebediah.” “Life is unkind, Magnolia.” It was hard to decide who was the more terrifying of the two. Was it Jeb, who seemed so intent on keeping
bubble as Jared reached in to retrieve it. This time he didn’t look at me. “Thank you,” I whispered as he disappeared again. He said nothing; there was no change in his face. Even the bit of his sleeve did not show this time, but I was sure he was there. I can’t believe he hit me, Melanie mused, her thought incredulous rather than resentful. She was not over the surprise of it yet. I hadn’t been surprised in the first place. Of course he had hit me. I wondered where you were, I answered. It
eaten me. “Well, I am,” Jeb grumbled. He walked down the aisle between the counters, but I did not follow. I couldn’t stand the thought of being within easy reach of the rest. I stayed pressed against the wall where I stood. Only Sharon and Maggie watched him go to a big plastic bin on one counter and grab a roll. Everyone else watched me. I was certain that if I moved an inch, they would pounce. I tried not to breathe. “Well, let’s just keep on movin’,” Jeb suggested around a mouthful of bread
humanity for Sharon to find the perfect man: every mother wanted a doctor for her daughter. Sharon was not the girl I’d seen in Melanie’s memories. Was it the years of living alone with the dour Maggie that had changed her into a more brightly colored version of her mother? Though her relationship with Doc was newer to this world than I was, she showed none of the softening effects of new love. I knew the duration of that relationship from Jamie—Sharon and Maggie rarely forgot when I was in a