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This week I finished Tweak by Nic Sheff. I really enjoyed the book. It was so raw and was very disturbing at times. It really is a miracle he is alive today with how many drugs he put into his body. Where I left off for my last blog about the book he was clean. Well he relapsed with his girlfriend and just like before, everything was falling apart. His parents finally forced him into treatment and it really helped him. He realized that his girlfriend at the time was someone he shouldn't be with. After he got out of rehab he was clean for sometime and replapsed on pills and "medical" marijuana, but before it could get out of hand, he put himself into a rehab center. Today he has been clean for 6 years and is living with his girlfriend in Portland, Oregon.

This blog is going to be a little different when it comes to my sentences. Instead of favorite sentences of the week, I am going to post my favorite sentences of the month.

• “ Honestly, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this. It's like there are seven candles lit in my stomach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven candles burning and smoking - lit - seven flames of doubt, fear, sorrow, pain, waste, hopelessness, despair. They turn my insides black with soot and ash. There is something at the back of my eyes- a pressure building, building, building - hot like the flames of seven candles, which no amount of breath can extinguish. I imagine drinking glasses of water. One, two, three four, five, six, seven. I dive into the clearest pool. I drown myself in the coarse, dry sand. I swallow handfuls of crushed white salt, but the flames burn still - brighter, hotter, deeper. Sweat runs in delicate patterns down my back, over my crooked spine and jutting hips. I scratch at the wounds these last weeks have left, but I can't break free of them. The flies gather and vultures circle overhead. The fire eats away my flesh. The fire spreads. The fire runs through my veins. The fire courses beneath my muscles - my tendons - the marrow of my bones. I sit rocking on the street corner. No, I can't keep doing this. I just can't.”

**I really love this quote from Tweak. I don't really know why but it just sticks out to me and I think it is just so beautifully written.**

• "Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?"

**I think a lot of people wished that not only love came with an owner's manual but just life in general. I think that is why I like this quote from Fallout by Ellen Hopkins so much.**

• "The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company."

**I really like this quote from Crank by Ellen Hopkins. It personifies Kristina's addiction for the Monster (Meth), and shows how deep her addiction really is.**

• My Sky
• We were outside
  in the street
  me and some other kids
  kicking the ball
  before dinner
  and Sky was
  chasing chasing chasing
  with his feet going
  every which way
  and his tail
  wag-wag-wagging
  and his mouth
  slob-slob-slobbering
  and he was all over the place
  smiling and wagging
  and slobbering
  and making us laugh
  and my dad
  came walking up the street
  he was way down there
  near the end
  I could see him
  after he got off the bus
  and he was walk-walk-walking
  and I saw him wave
  and he called out
  "Hey there, son!"
  and so I didn't see
  the car
  coming from the other way
  until someone else--
  one of the big kids--
  called out
  "Car!"
  and I turned around
  and saw a
  blue car blue car
  splattered with mud
  speeding down the road
  And I saw Sky
  going after the ball
  wag-wag-wagging
  his tail
  and I called him
  "Sky! Sky!"
  and he turned his
  head
  but it was too late because the
  blue car blue car
  splattered with mud
  hit Sky
  thud thud thud
  and kept on going
  in such a hurry
  so fast
  so many miles to go
  it couldn't even stop
  and
  Sky
  was just there
  in the road
  lying on his side
  with his legs bent funny
  and his side heaving
  and he looked up at me
  and I said
  "Sky! Sky! Sky!"
  and then my dad
  was there
  and he lifted Sky
  out of the road
  and laid him on the grass
  and
  Sky
  closed his eyes
  and
  he
  never
  opened
  them
  again
  ever.

**I love this book and especially this poem! I have no other reason to have this poem on here other than I just love it!**

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