At over 520 pages this book is long. Not sci-fi or dystopian fiction-long. But a bit long for someone with the attention span of a gnat. Like me. As a result it took me three nights to get through. With a few breaks in between.

I suspect if Stephenie Meyer had REALLY grabbed my attention I would have read it in a very long sitting, but The Chemist didn’t quite get there for me. It did, however, interest me enough to keep me turning the pages. All 522 of them.