Glass is the sequel to Ellen Hopkins’ well-known book Crank, which is loosely based on her daughter’s addiction to meth. You can read my review here.
This book picks up where the last one left off – Kristina is back home and living with her mom and Scott, two siblings, and her baby, Hunter. Kristina is a new mom, with no high school diploma, no job, and a little baby weight. She decides to take the dangerous plunge back into the hands of the “monster” so she can keep up with Hunter and lose some weight. This turns out to be a devastating mistake. Kristina/Bree gets kicked out by her mom and moves in with her dealer, Brad, and his 2 daughters. After deciding that she can no longer work for her perv of a manager at the Seven Eleven, Kristina quits and becomes a full-time nanny, and a part-time dealer. She has lost her baby to her mother and she is looking to any guy that comes along to fill the hole left by her family.
Kristina meets and falls in love with Trey, another user and dealer who is a part-time lover and full-time douchebag. But Kristina can’t see past the crystal to realize that he isn’t good for her. She looks to Brad for comfort instead when Trey is off at school. The more lonely Kristina gets, the more she smokes and plays with “the monster.”
I thought this book was much darker than the first. Kristina isn’t just experiencing meth for the first time like in Crank. This time, she knows how dangerous it is, but decides to do it anyway. This is detrimental to her health, her life, and her family. Hopkins paints an excellent picture of what happens when you let drugs take over your life and how it affects other people. Since this was loosely based on her own daughter’s struggle with addiction, I can only imagine the turmoil Hopkins must have went through, seeing her daughter’s spiral downward like that and having to raise her grandson.
I most admire Hopkins’ ability to get inside the head of her character and imagine what she must be feeling and how she’s treated by the men in her life but still unable to see it for herself. She knows doing the drug is bad, but she fails to see how swept up in it she really is. At one point she says something like, “I’ll never be like Robyn, with sores all over my face. I’ll never let it get that bad,” but towards the end, she notices the sores on her own face and everyone who loves her can barely recognize her. She has become the person inside that she’s been fighting with all along – Bree.
I think if you struggle or have struggled with addiction, this series might be too much of a trigger for you. If you have never experienced this firsthand, or if you have someone you love struggling with addiction, this book gives great insight into understanding why someone would continue to play with “the monster.”