In Crank, Ellen Hopkins chronicles the turbulent and often disturbing relationship between Kristina, a character based on her own daughter, and the "monster," the highly addictive drug crystal meth, or "crank." Kristina is introduced to the drug while visiting her largely absent and ne'er-do-well father. While under the influence of the monster, Kristina discovers her sexy alter-ego, Bree: "there is no perfect daughter, / no gifted high school junior, / no Kristina Georgia Snow. / There is only Bree." Bree will do all the things good girl Kristina won't, including attracting the attention of dangerous boys who can provide her with a steady flow of crank.
Crank was an incredible read. I had not read anything by Ellen Hopkins before, though I had heard such wonderful things about her novels, which made me pick this one up when I was at the library. I flipped through it briefly and saw that it wouldn’t take me that long to read it, so of course, I borrowed it from there. The second I got home I started reading it and I just couldn’t put it down.
One thing I like about this book was that it dealt with darker topics: drugs. I mean, it’s so beautifully written but it’s about such an un-beautiful topic. I even went on to read her story behind writing this novel and saw that it hits close to home, so she definitely had a lot of insight when it came to this book.
I felt so bad for Kristina the entire time. Her father cared about her so little and seemed to even encourage her in a way to life a party lifestyle. He just didn’t care at all. Kristina’s mother was so sweet and so caring, kind of the opposite of her father. It just seemed like she had such a wonderful life until she turned to drugs, and then it kind of spiraled out of control, which I guess is exactly what happens to drug addicts. I’m definitely going to be reading more of Ellen Hopkin’s novels in the future.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares, but they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.
You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.