If not judging a book by its cover can be extended to not judging a book by the name of the author on its cover, or their previous work, or the film adaptations of their previous work, I think I can get away with buying and reading The Host, by Stephenie Meyer, the lady what did the Twilight Saga.
It hasn't been bad sofar, despite having the same basic formula as Twilight - the idea that a mind-reading monster can be tamed by the love of a good woman below the age of consent with a unique mind who pointedly isn't having sex with an older man liable to brutality kill her at any moment (although, this time, set against the backdrop of an Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers-style alien invasion). The science fiction parts tide me over and the heart-stoppingly awkward acts of sexual frustration do a very good job at making the post-apocalypse seem ten times more horrific.
The main downside is that it appears to be the plot of Avatar flipped, and with the 'stop destroying nature' moral replaced with a 'stop killing each other' moral, which the aliens espouse every other page as an excuse for wiping out mankind. It's no less tiring a moral though.
Anywho, this is the last time I boast about enjoying something womanish and stupid, as it's starting to look smug.
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