Glass By: Ellen Hopkins

Synopsis:

Crank. Glass. Ice. Crystal. Whatever you call it, it's all the same: a monster. And once it's got hold of you, this monster will never let you go.

Kristina thinks she can control it. Now with a baby to care for, she's determined to be the one deciding when and how much, the one calling the shots. But the monster is too strong, and before she knows it, Kristina is back in its grips. She needs the monster to keep going, to face the pressures of day-to-day life. She needs it to feel alive.

Once again the monster takes over Kristina's life and she will do anything for it, including giving up the one person who gives her the unconditional love she craves -- her baby.

The sequel to Crank, this is the continuing story of Kristina and her descent back to hell. Told in verse, it's a harrowing and disturbing look at addiction and the damage that it inflicts.

Rating:★★★★

Review:

*This is more of a rant than an actual review per say*

     Obviously seeing that this is the second book in a series there's not really too much I can say in fear of spoiling anything in case you have not read the first book. Reading Crank I was more sympathetic towards Kristina but reading Glass I am very pissed of with her. Don't get me wrong I loved the book but she, as a character, pissed me off to the highest level of 'piss-tivity'. Her disgusting attitude towards others, her abandonment actions toward her family, not to mention her own child, and just her all around not-giving-a-fuck attitude she had about her own self. But I can't be too mad about that because I know that is how people with addictions of this level are in real life but I am still highly upset. I felt like she just gave up on herself but at the same time she was begging for help that no one gave her. 

     Which brings me to the point of her being too dependent upon others, especially on the male species. Kristina pictured and wanted a prince charming to step in and make everything okay and normal for her life again but she was not doing the work the needed to do for her own life. She was too focused on finding "love" in all the wrong places.

"If you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you going to love somebody else?"