Kristina Georgia Snow is the perfect daughter: gifted high school junior, quiet, never any trouble. But on a trip to visit her absentee father, Kristina disappears and Bree takes her place. Bree is the exact opposite of Kristina -- she's fearless.
Through a boy, Bree meets the monster: crank. And what begins as a wild, ecstatic ride turns into a struggle through hell for her mind, her soul -- her life.
Nonfiction author Hopkins pens her first novel, written in verse, introducing 15-year-old narrator Kristina, who reveals how she became addicted to crank, and how the stimulant turned her from straight-A student to drug dealer, and eventually a teen mom. On a court-ordered visit to see her slimy and long-absent dad, she meets-and is instantly attracted to-Adam, who sports a "tawny six pack,/ and a smile." Soon, Adam introduces her to "the monster" (there, she also unleashes a new personality, id-driven Bree). Her addiction grows, as does Bree's control. Readers get a vivid sense of the highs and lows involved with using crank ("I needed food, sleep,/ but the monster denied/ every bit of it"). Her life changes quickly: Soon she's dating two guys, both of whom use crank; says "Fuck you" to her mom, can't keep up with school, and loses her old friends. There are plenty of dramatic moments: The first time she does crank, for example, her dad joins her. That same night, she stumbles into a bad area and is almost raped, and Adam's girlfriend tries to kill herself. Later in the book, she does get raped and starts selling the drug for the Mexican Mafia. Readers will appreciate the creative use of form here (some poems, for instance, are written in two columns that can be read separately or together), and although the author is definitely on a mission, she creates a world nearly as consuming and disturbing as the titular drug. Ages 14-up. (Oct.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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1 . Loved it, theres no really no question about that.
Posted April 03, 2011 by Olivia , Cicero, ILI loved this book it brings you on emotional rollercoaster of wow is she going to do what I think she is? and you have a point of view where she is coming from, and another view of an addict. I recommended this book to anyone who dosent mind hearing one heart throbbing story and a story of an addict whos sobberness isnt around the corner. The only disappointment i have is not buying the trilogy before i bought the book CRANK. Now I'm about to start her second book GLASS who i hope is better then CRANK.
2 . Awesome Book
Posted June 28, 2010 by John , HendersonThis book is great, it has a lot of detail and its emotional.
3 . Amazing Book
Posted April 01, 2010 by HMC , WacoCrank was a great read. I loved the unxpected twist in the story. Crank leaves you wanting more.
Margaret K. McElderry Books
October 03, 2004
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Excerpt from Crank by Ellen Hopkins
Flirtin' with the Monster Life was goodbefore Imetthe monster.After,lifewas great.Atleastfor a little while. Text copyright (c) 2004 by Ellen Hopkins Introduction So you want to know allabout me. WhoI am.What chance meeting ofbrush and canvas paintedthe faceyou see? What mademe despise the girlin the mirrorenough to transform her,turn her into a stranger,only not.So you want to hearthe whole story. WhyI swervedoff the high road,hard left to nowhere,recklesslyindifferent to thosecoughing my dust,picked up speedno limits, no top end,just a high velocity rushto madness. Text copyright (c) 2004 by Ellen Hopkins Alone everything changes.Some might call it distorted reality,but it's exactly the place I need to be:no mom,Marie, ever more distant,in her midlife quest for fameno stepfather,Scott, stern and heavy-handedwith unattainable expectationsno big sister,Leigh, caught up in a tempestof uncertain sexualityno little brother,Jake, spoiled and shamelessin his thievery of my niche.Alone,there is only the person inside.I've grown to like her betterthan the stuck-up husk of me. She'snot quite silent,shouts obscenities just becausethey roll so well off the tonguenot quite straight-A,but talented in oh-so-manyenviable waysnot quite sanitary,farts with gusto, picksher nose, spits like a guynot quite sane,sometimes, to tell you the truth,even I wonder about her. Alone,there is no perfect daughter,no gifted high-school junior,no Kristina Georgia Snow.There is only Bree. Text copyright (c) 2004 by Ellen Hopkins On Bree I supposeshe's always beenthere, vague as a softcopper pulse of moonlightthrough blossoming seacoastfog.I wonderwhen I first noticedher, slipping in and outof my pores, hide-and-seekspider in fieldstone, red-belliedphantom.I summonBree when dreamsno longer satisfy, whengentle clouds of monotonysmother thunder, when Kristinacries.I rememberthe night I firstlet her go, opened thesmeared glass, one thin pane,cellophane between rules and sin,freed. Text copyright (c) 2004 by Ellen Hopkins