But there might be a possible escape from this nightmare. As a dangerous new drug called Ferocity sweeps the nation, an FBI agent asks Scilla to turn narc and help locate the Ferocity kingpin. In exchange, she could avoid conviction for her role in the accident. All she has to do is deceive and betray people she’s known all her life . . . (From Goodreads)
For a book about drugs, I kind of expected...well...more drugs. There are two different things going on here. The big one is figuring out what you do after you make a terrible, life altering decision. Do you get caught up in this pattern of bad behavior, because there is no redemption that you can fathom? Or do you believe in some sort of redemption, despite the odds, and try to make things right? The other thing is the new drug that is spreading through the country that people are taking despite the precautions. Not quite sure what statement that's trying to make, but it's interesting to think about.
All these things are great, but the story itself just wasn't really for me. Scilla was a really hard character for me to hold on to. She makes terrible decisions and she surrounds herself with people who bring her down. I think my inability to latch on to a character to root for made it difficult for me to care too much. The ferocity thing, the self-descruction that oozes through these pages could have been absolutely devastating and affecting, but something was missed there.
I get that this book is trying to say something, it's supposed to show an angle of life that not everyone understands, but it wasn't relatable to me. I've never been through anything like this and I really wish that the author would have extended some sort of universality that I could connect with to put myself in the story more. That said, there are people who could relate and could gain something from reading this.
