I think I was wrong about The Host. What I mistook for a jaunty pace was actually the author's eagerness to get the plot out of the way and force the main character into a inescapable, confined space with her boyfriend and a bunch of survivors so that they can all talk and cry and talk and cry and threaten to kill her and cry and talk and talk and plant crops and cry and talk.
The breakdown has been:
100 pages of plot
200 pages of cave/talking
It's taught me that women love to have their heads manouvered about by hands on their chins fo.
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