Glass

by Ellen Hopkins

"one little hit, my heart revs high, then settles into quick step-mode. How i've missed that race and pound. How i've missed the lack of control." crank, glass, ice, crystal, whatever you call it, it's all the same. a monster. kristina thinks she can control it. Now with a baby to care for, she's determined to be the one deciding when and how much. the one calling the shots, but the monster is strong and before she knows it, she's back into it's grip....... and it wont let go.....