Spencer doesn’t have a choice.
He can't choose to be different than what he is—the son of the town's worst enemy, the weakling who can't stand up for himself, the loser without friends.
He can't change the way things are.
Or maybe he can.
These are the things Spencer believes he needs to fix his life, and that is what the steroids promise—a quick fix.
But promises can be broken and shortcuts are often treacherous, and Spencer must decide if those risks are worth the perceived rewards—if “artificial” hope is strong enough for him to be fixed, by force.
Aargh! Why did it have to end?! I was so invested in the characters and storyline, and he went and cut me off. I could have easily read about 300 more pages of this. Spencer was an easily likeable character, and he was very worried about his image, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, it was a great thing for this book. The story starts out kind of slow, then about 50 pages in I got really into it, and couldn't put it down. I love how the author was very straightforward about the effects of steroids and how easy it is to get addicted. It was all right there, in your face bold, terrific writing. I also liked the kind of metaphoric way that Warne wrote. I don't know if that was what he intended, but it definitely worked. It was kind like reading Spencer's journal, really. So, the only problem I had with this book was how short it was. I wish things had a little more time to develop. (Cause I really could have read more of this.)
I had almost convinced myself that real pain was specific to me alone. It was almost like nobody else really even existed. In my world, my pain was the focus, my emotions were central, my happiness was the only thing worth considering.