Of all of Ellen Hopkins strengths as a writer, her stream-of-consciousness verse comes closer to evoking the terrible reality and beauty of being a frightened, lonely and confused teenager than anything I’ve ever read. Through verse after cascading verse, follow the perfect daughter and student Kristina as she succumbs to her shadow self: Bree. Watch mesmerized as Bree dances with what she names the monster. This book swallows you in much the same way that the monster (or cystal-meth) tries to swallow Bree.
5 stars
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