What’s on the Bookshelf: The Host

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I am not a Stephenie Meyer fan. There isn’t a shred of doubt in my mind to that fact after reading “The Host.” I thought it might just be a “Twilight” aversion, which is why I waited so long to read it. More than once, I actually threw those books across the room I was so irritated and annoyed with Bella, and several times alone with “Breaking Dawn.” I had hoped “The Host” might redeem her as a writer for me, but I’ve decided from here on out just t...