Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Host, Stephenie Meyer

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Melanie had learned many things the few times I'd ceded or lost my command to her, and I truly had to struggle against her- so hard that fresh sweat beaded on my brow. But I was not dying in the desert now. Nor was I weak and dizzy and taken off guard by the appearance of someone I'd given up for lost; I'd known this moment might come. My bosy was resilient, quick to heal-I was strong again. The strength of my body gave stremgth to my control, to my determination.
I drove her from my limbs, chased her from every hold she'd found, thrust her back into the recesses of my mind, and chained her there.
Her surrender was sudden and total. Aaah, she sighed, and it was almost a moan of pain.
I felt strangely guilty as soon as I'd won.

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We were all loaded up, our arms about ready to fall off. I struggled trying to find my keys. I found them and hurried to open the house door before we all froze. The door creaked open and we heard a bubbling water sound; it was coming from the ceiling. We opened the door and we all gasped with horror. While we had been at school all day, one of the pipes in the attic froze and busted and the aftermath was coming through the kitchen ceiling. I had always thought that those kind of things would never happen to us, that those things only happened to people who didn't have enough money to make a sturdy house. I was wrong. My mom screeched and immediately we all grabbed every towel we owned and cleaned up the mess. In a panic, I called Dad and told him "water is everywhere, you better come home quick." He said "okay, I'm on my way." We grabbed a bucked and stuck it under the waterfall of water and waited till Dad got home. The minute he got home, he jumped out of his car and crawled under the house. He turned the water off and went to fixing the pipe. Meanwhile, we had to poke a bubble of water that was just being held up by a layer of paint. It gushed out and the ceiling was left in a mess. About an hour later, Dad, the hero/genius in our house, got it fixed and we all hung out in the living room the rest of the night. This was an interesting experience for me but at least it got fixed.

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