At first I hated it.
And then I loved it.
No one told me it was a book of poems. Or at least something that looked like poems. But that's exactly what it was.
I hate poems.
I love poems.
Bree/Kristina was so messed up. I hated her for doing that to herself. But in the end, I just felt sorry for her.
Ellen Hopkins does something to you, inside. She makes you feel for her characters, makes you feel their despair, their happiness, their sickness. And in the least amount of words possible.
This book was the worst thing I ever read.
This book was the best thing I ever read.
Rating: 4 Stars
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