The Host Chapters 45 and 46

Chapter 45- Succeeded

Of course she succeeds. This is a Smeyer book.

I looked at myself again, seeing details beyond the perfection. Of course her face looks perfect. This is a Smeyer book.

“The right things for Jamie… if we get back in time…” I glanced at the clock on the dashboard
automatically, though the hours it marked were meaningless. “And more for the future. I only
took what I understood.” What the frak is there to understand? The medicines have names like, "Clean", "Heal", and "No Pain."

Of course Wanderer goes in the hospital with no trouble, gets the medicine with no trouble, and escapes with no trouble. This book is so predictable.

Did he realize that I would do exactly that for him? Anything in the world he wanted. I hate her.

“Where's the blindfold?” I asked.
“Why?”
I looked at him.
“Wanda, if you wanted to turn us in, you had your chance. No one can deny that you're one of
us now.”

Fuck you. I am OUT of rants about misogyny and self-sacrificing. Out. NO book has ever inspired this much righteous rage in me, not even One Door Away From Heaven, which was about utilitarian bioethics, for frak's sake.

“No, Wanda. It's not going to go down that way. I'll shoot anyone who touches you.” Didn't he go back to hating her? And now he's protecting her again?

Apparently the stupid bitch insisted on being blindfolded. WHY?

HOLY SHIT. Sharon launched herself at Pedobear and tried to scratch his face and Maggie was going to join in. That would have been AWESOME.

The sound of his swallow was dry and painful. Did we not have this EXACT SAME SENTENCE earlier? I'm going to try to find it.

Here it is: We all heard the thick, painful sound of Jamie's swallowing. Close enough.

And OF COURSE he lives.

Chapter 46- Encircled

“You should have seen her,” Jared said. “She was incredible.” Not THAT incredible. She just went in and took some medicine. There wasn't even any action.

“She walked right into a hospital, right up to the alien there, and asked them to treat her
injuries, bold as anything. Then, when they turned their backs, she robbed them blind!” Jared
made it sound exciting. No kidding. It was boring as shit.

YES, CHAGRIN!

I was really flying high now. Everything seemed to glow from inside–the fabrics, the faces, the
very walls. The crowd inside and outside the room had begun to murmur and question, but that noise was just a ringing in my ears–like the lingering sound after a bell is struck.

It would be awesome if she actually was high. It really sounds like it.

Jared picked up my left wrist and stroked his finger over the faint pink line a few inches above
it. “It was horrible,” he said, all the humor suddenly gone from his sober voice. “She about
hacked her hand off. I thought she'd never use it again.” Fuck you, Jared. She just sliced her forearm. That happens to the guys on Supernatural like EVERY DAY.

Anyway, Ian's getting all mad that Pedobear let her hurt herself.

Then she goes on a philosophical diatribe about love.

“She's not going out again,” Ian answered, his body tensing. I brushed my hand against his face, trying to soothe him.
“Of course not,” I murmured to him. “I don't have to go anywhere unless I'm needed. I don't
mind staying in here.” FUCK.

“She's a person, Jared, not a tool.” I beg to differ. She is a HUGE tool.

“'S up to Wanda, I'd say.” Jeb interrupted the argument just as I was about to. THANK YOU Jeb.

Jared was very quiet through all this. Jamie was quiet, too, but I was pretty sure he was asleep. I knew Jared wasn't; his hand was tracing random patterns on the side of my face. Glowing, burning patterns.

So she has Ian on one side with his arm around her, and Pedobear on the other caressing her face. SHE'S SO NOT WORTH IT. What the FRAK do they see in her?

I think like, Wanderer, Kyle, Jeb, Ian, Pedobear, and Jamie are all sleeping in one room. It's like one ginormous clusterfuck.