I am almost at a loss for words because of the end of this book. And to be honest, the entire series, so far, has me either speechless, or emotional. Or a mixture of both. This is the second book in the Crank trilogy, and I am torn between feeling a sadness at finishing the trilogy, happy I'm starting a new book, dying to know what happens, but at the same time, not wanting to know what happens to Kristina.
This is a series which has had me feeling every emotion possible, and even some emotions which I feel guilty about feeling, but I can't help it, though. The first book, Crank, had me feeling just sad, all-around sad, because of Kristina's new friend and life. But also the circumstance which got her into this new life and her new friend, The Monster. I was angry, as well, because of that circumstance. Up until Glass, I didn't really blame Kristina, and felt like her problems were not really her fault. But now....
I want to slap this girl. I want to slap her so hard, she gets kicked out of her addiction. The ENTIRE time I read Glass, (Well, the first few pages are an exception), I blamed Kristina and angry with her, and NOT the person I blamed before in Crank. This time, the responsibility of her drug addiction is completely her own. It is amazing (I don't mean this in a good way), how much drugs can change someone. And change them for the worse. When you think it's gotten bad, it can get a WHOLE lot worse, and it does for Kristina.
I feel like her mom, Marie, has gotten a bit stronger, and I really liked she has kind of taken a bit more control. Especially with something happening towards the end, I felt as though her mom grew to be a bit more respectable in my eyes. In the first book, Crank, I didn't have any respect for her. There are times where I felt like she enabled Kristina a bit, but in the end, for me, the story in Glass was all Kristina's fault. In the beginning, I really thought she had a great chance to recover, to change, and live a better life. Apparently, I was way wrong. So wrong in fact, it shocked me a bit to see the lengths Kristina went to feed her addiction.
I feel like I've learned a lot about the awful effects drug addiction has on someone. I could never imagine not caring about myself, my family, my friends, losing my family and friends, and just the whole scheme of it. I could never imagine not caring about what I put into my body, when meth is such a toxic, dangerous drug. What I've learned, has scared me. Scared me for the people who are hooked on it, scared me for the people who will become addicted to meth, and scared me for the children of those people. This story, these books, make me feel lucky I didn't get mixed up with the wrong people. They make me feel lucky I have people who care enough about me to push me towards the right paths, instead of the wrong ones. I feel lucky I have a good head on my shoulders and know better. I did come from a broken home, and with my mother not around, I could see how someone like myself could have gotten mixed up with drugs. But Kristina's story makes me grateful I am me and not her.