"The Chemist" by Stephanie Meyer
Don't. Just don't. Don't waste time on this book. I honestly wanted to quit reading it but, like I've said, it's a flaw of mine to have to finish what I start. I admit I enjoyed "The Twilight Series" the first time around, I tolerated "The Host" but this was just bad. When it takes me four days to read the first 100 pages, only to realize the book is over 500 pages, I know it's a book I'll have to suffer through. There was a lot of skimming pages towards the end.
I didn't even want to bother with a blog on this one and then I realized that if I couldn't save myself from the horribleness of this book, I could save someone else. I just hope my negative review doesn't make you curious and you endure the same pain that I did.
Let me begin...
The main character was overly paranoid which made her overly annoying to me. I was hoping she would just die so that I didn't have to read her five-possible scenerios of how she could be killed or who could kill her or how she could plan on not getting killed. It was overkill.
Then we have the usual Stephanie Meyer of someone falling so desperately in love within a matter of hours. There were many times (I do mean many) the main character would reflect on how the last few hours seemed to be hours ago. Honey, I know the pain. I thought it would never end.
There were maybe 100 pages of actual excitement of the book but nothing that made up for the other 400 pages of annoyance. But I made it through. I really am sorry to feel so negatively towards this book but I just can't help myself.
Read at your own risk.
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