By Shelley Stoehr. We cut ourselves. Not by accident, we do it purposely—and regularly—because physical pain is comforting, and because now it has become a habit. Like the drugs. These are, in fact, the two main things Katie and I have in common.
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Nancy doesn't have a best friend, until she meets Katie in the bathroom at school. She and Katie have something in common: they both cut themselves. At first, it's just fun—like the drugs and alcohol and shoplifting—and Nancy and Ka We cut ourselves. At first, it's just fun—like the drugs and alcohol and shoplifting—and Nancy and Katie don't talk about why they do it. But soon Nancy realizes that she and Katie need cutting to get through the day.
Nancy can cover the scars on her arms and legs. It's the others, the ones inside, that are becoming hard to hide. Get A Copy. Mass Market Paperback , pages. Published October 13th by Laurel Leaf first published More Details Original Title. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Crosses , please sign up. Lists with This Book.
Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Crosses. Mar 21, Nat rated it really liked it. I started cutting my arm during my freshman year of high school. Until I read Crosses, I did not know that other people were doing the same thing. In cutting seemed to be almost unheard of. Crosses became such a dear book to me that I practically idolized it. At 38 I realize that Crosses probably did me more harm than good, but back then I was someone trying to ease the pain of being extremely confused about the why of who I was.
I was a morbidly shy black teenager and all but obsessed with I started cutting my arm during my freshman year of high school. Nobody my age and ethnicity seemed to understand me, and kids outside of my ethnicity weren't really chomping at the bit to be friends. The confusion went on for many years, and Crosses and my shards of glass were there every time somebody would ask me what I was doing listening to Metallica or Celtic music, or why I was walking around in long black nightgowns and combat boots.
I don't think I would ever read the book again. I still read books from my youth on a regular basis, but I want to keep a fond memory of Crosses and reading it now would probably destroy it. Jan 13, Jennifer rated it liked it Shelves: oldies-but-goodies , young-adult-teen. One of the first books about cutting, and still relevant. Apr 20, E rated it it was ok Shelves: fiction , ya , punk. Had a whole review written then accidentally closed the tab.
Le sigh. OK, so, what did I write? This book made all things punk seem supremely unattractive to me. I'm not going to pretend that it was a torturous read or totally boring, as I definitely was drawn back in over and over, but it had enormous potential, and lived up to next to none of it. I got in trouble. Here's this other dumb thing I did. Here are more Damn. Here are more mistakes I made. Here are more people I hurt. Here are more bad choices. The end. I don't tend to be favorably disposed towards books where I can't stand the protagonist, and this was one of them.
How many more times are you going to F up your life before you decide that maybe, just maybe , this whole substance abuse thing is a bad plan? Nancy came across as bratty, disrespectful, and annoying. And stupid, of course. I just couldn't bring myself to pull for her, and even my normal compassion towards those who are suffering barely registered.
She was like the fiction equivalent of the sloppy drunk at the party who falls all over herself all night as she whores for attention. The "here's a dumb thing I did, here's another dumb thing I did" narrative format certainly didn't help. It was just one thing after another. Another major gripe is that I don't feel the author takes substance abuse or self-injury seriously. Cutting is not a fad, nor some silly activity melodramatic teens who need to get a real problem engage in just to get attention, nor something people who are merely bored tend to engage in.
The treatment of a very serious disorder came off as shallow and sensationalized. I feel 'Crosses' does a disservice to those who are actually suffering, and need help and understanding. The Long Island setting was cool -- I've read so few books that are actually set here -- but yeah, overall this book is a pass. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who is seeking solace in dark times, nor the loved ones of teens who cut or abuse drugs and alcohol.
I don't know the author's background, but I wonder just how much she really knows about these subjects. May 01, Krysten rated it did not like it Recommends it for: Angst ridden teens. Honestly, It is usually interesting to read of the struggles that other young people suffer through, and at times it can even be uplifting to see them overcome the trials of drug abuse, eating disorders, and self mutilation. Yet, with Crosses, the problems that the main character went through seemed shallow and there was nothing to be learned.
It was pretty much like watching a bad accident, accept its happening in slow motion. I couldn't help but hold the main characters with contempt, and ther Honestly, It is usually interesting to read of the struggles that other young people suffer through, and at times it can even be uplifting to see them overcome the trials of drug abuse, eating disorders, and self mutilation. I couldn't help but hold the main characters with contempt, and there wasn't anything I could feel sympathetic towards.
Perhaps, it was the perception of the story but it wasn't even in the least moving or touching. It simply had me frustrated with the society and social norms of today's youth. View 1 comment. Feb 13, Robyn Stonechild rated it it was amazing. It also brings a raw and open look at teen suicide and brings the light on how much teenagers go through everyday to not feel like the weight of the wor this book was really quite amazing; the way Shelley Stoehr has written this novel really has opened my eyes on how much teenagers go through in everyday life; I know I was one of those teenage girls that felt the pressure on looking good and not being noticed in everyday life like the way these two teenage girls were experiencing in their lives.
It also brings a raw and open look at teen suicide and brings the light on how much teenagers go through everyday to not feel like the weight of the world is being put on their backs. Aug 27, Ever rated it really liked it. I picked up an old copy of this and I didn't think it would be any good, but it hit a surprising amount of nerves with me.
I never participated in cutting, but I had a friend that did when I was about the age of the characters in the book. A lot of the feelings, the reactions of others, the 'reasons' behind the cutting brought back a lot of my own memories. The author must have had some personal experience to write so truly and frankly or a hell of an imagination.
If you like books that are based on real life experiences this is a really great book to read. View 2 comments.
I live with my boyfriend Chris, who was my best friend in college, and who happened to move to southern California at the same time as I was getting a divorce from my ex-husband and thinking of moving down to southern California from San Francisco. I am an insomniac, and usually write at night, after my boyfriend goes to sleep. It gets 15 miles per gallon. Barely a dollar an hour, if you reconciled my time spent writing with my income from it. Anyway, if I was rich and famous, how could I justify keeping my goddess-mobile over a newer, more reliable vehicle?
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Not by accident, we do it purposely — and regularly — because physical pain is comforting, and because now it has become a habit. Like the drugs. These are, in fact, the two main things Katie and I have in common. They are how we met.