i am absolutely, utterly consumed by a book.
ironic that a book about drugs can be SO addicting.

the book is
Crank by
Ellen Hopkins.
I'd heard of people reading it a few years ago, and, when i had, regrettably, forgotten my copy of
Lovely Bones (which i'd committed to reading in a little mini book club with
AmeCakes) at the office over the long weekend, i tip toed into my vacant sisters room & browsed her shelves.
"ooh! She really liked this one... but it's MASSIVE!" - yes, it is almost 600 pages, but the text is written in verse (sort of) so it's mega fast. no chapters, almost like little diary entries or poems (they don't rhyme)
suspicion arose: "Is this going to be mega obnoxious to read? how will i ever be able to stick to reading in this unconventional way?!" -
TOTALLY EASY. the words being arranged in their way give the content a smooth rhythm. You're reading the way she's thinking. It's phenom!
I take it out on cigg breaks, I go home & read, I even, just now, came back from the Deli with a half a ciggie left, so i turned off the car, in the office lot, & read. I read like 10 pages. geez.
The story is great (the girl is 17, so it's a bit young for me, but who the hell cares).
(just to clear something up, this is NOT the same "
Crank" as the Jason Statham movies).
The back of the novel says (& i'm going to do my best to get the spacing right):
Life was good,
before I
met
the monster
After,
life
was great,
At
least
for a little while.
RIGHT? damn. obvi had to read it after THAT! (the spacing isn't right. damnit.)

(pah! i'm a genius. just snapped that little beaut with my
iPhone -insert shamless plug here- so you could see the back cover!!!)
Buy it, Read it, it's fan-fuck'n-tastic. seriously. u'll thank me. or hate me for giving you a taste.
luvs it*