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The Chemist
by Stephenie Meyer
Stephanie the Storyteller. Man, can she weave a story replete with characters with so many dimensions, one of them has to connect with the reader. She is so inventive with her stories. Though it may smack of something familiar, each of her stories are unique and fresh. She masterfully weaves her tale. This story felt like it started a little slow, but it was essential groundwork, so that when the story shot off the block, it didn't leave the readers behind scratching their heads.
The real greatness of Stephanie's craft are the characters she builds in all of her books. I don't know how she does it, but she hooks you through her characters. Her writing enfolds you into their lives. You either become one of them, feeling their story on a visceral level or you fall in love with one (either platonically or otherwise). Whichever the case may be, you find yourself all in.
Her novels create a real love-hate relationship with her readers. The story is so inclusive that you have no choice but to propel forward, often on little to no sleep, because this is now your life, you can't just STOP living it. But, then the pages to your left become thicker and the pages on your right diminish at a rapid pace and you panic. You don't want it to end, but reading Stephanie Meyer's novels are compulsive, you have no control and you find yourself continuing to gorge on her words. Finally, the writing is on the wall and you know the end is coming, so you sigh deeply and determine to fully live those last few chapters.
Her novels always end before you want them to. It's maddening almost. These characters have so much more life to live on these pages- more adventures to go on, more fights to battle, more love to give. Meyer's novels are both a curse and a gift. The curse is when the last page is read and you feel thrust out into a cold, unfamiliar world- that eventually you remember to actually be your own. The gift is that the hallways of your mind echo her stories long after you've read them and somehow, even infinitesimally, they change you.
P.S. Is it bad that I have already started casting this book for the movie? A girl can hope!
The real greatness of Stephanie's craft are the characters she builds in all of her books. I don't know how she does it, but she hooks you through her characters. Her writing enfolds you into their lives. You either become one of them, feeling their story on a visceral level or you fall in love with one (either platonically or otherwise). Whichever the case may be, you find yourself all in.
Her novels create a real love-hate relationship with her readers. The story is so inclusive that you have no choice but to propel forward, often on little to no sleep, because this is now your life, you can't just STOP living it. But, then the pages to your left become thicker and the pages on your right diminish at a rapid pace and you panic. You don't want it to end, but reading Stephanie Meyer's novels are compulsive, you have no control and you find yourself continuing to gorge on her words. Finally, the writing is on the wall and you know the end is coming, so you sigh deeply and determine to fully live those last few chapters.
Her novels always end before you want them to. It's maddening almost. These characters have so much more life to live on these pages- more adventures to go on, more fights to battle, more love to give. Meyer's novels are both a curse and a gift. The curse is when the last page is read and you feel thrust out into a cold, unfamiliar world- that eventually you remember to actually be your own. The gift is that the hallways of your mind echo her stories long after you've read them and somehow, even infinitesimally, they change you.
P.S. Is it bad that I have already started casting this book for the movie? A girl can hope!