Hostas can be surprisingly controversial. I’ve heard gardeners blast the poor things with withering contempt, saying that they are the plant equivalent of beige orthopedic shoes. I think the problem is that in some ways hostas are a victim of their own success, and are used everywhere, often unimaginatively.
I can’t help it, though. I love hostas, and have lots of them. I love the way groups of wavy-leaved hostas can look like small oceans, and how groups of some large hostas look like herds of elephants. (It’s just occurred to me that you might not want herds of elephants in your garden, but I’m just trying to see them imaginatively!)
I love blue hostas!
To have beautiful hostas, be aware that most are not particularly happy in dry shade. They like soil of at least average moisture. Also, because they are easy to divide, gardeners divide them, though they often look best when left alone to become lush and ripple-y and over-the-top. Some of the most beautiful hostas I’ve ever seen were planted at the base of some old roses bushes–waves of gorgeous hostas lapped at the lowest branches of the bushes, hiding the roses’ knobby knees.