Clean by Amy ReedClean by Amy Reed

Clean

byAmy Reed

Paperback | May 8, 2012

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From the author of Beautiful, a poignant, captivating novel about five teens in rehab.

Olivia, Kelly, Christopher, Jason, and Eva have one thing in common: They’re addicts. Addicts who have hit rock bottom and been stuck together in rehab to face their problems, face sobriety, and face themselves. None of them wants to be there. None of them wants to confront the truths about their pasts. And they certainly don’t want to share their darkest secrets and most desperate fears with a room of strangers. But they’ll all have to deal with themselves—and one another—if they want to learn how to live. Because when you get that high, there’s nowhere to go but down, down, down.
Title:CleanFormat:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1 inPublished:May 8, 2012Publisher:Simon PulseLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:144241345X

ISBN - 13:9781442413450

Appropriate for ages: 14

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from Truly truly highly recommend. It is a must read! This was such a great noel. I had not heard of this author before I read this book, I came across it in a bookstore and was drawn to it for its title and book image. I am very glad to I picked it up, because it is such an interesting story. There are many topics that are covered in this novel, such as, friendship, trust,, family, addiction, mental illness, dedication, hope and so many more. It is a triumphant novel that proves anything is possible and to keep on believing that you can always better yourself if that is in fact what you have set your mind to. It also shows how different people are from one another and that no matter what people have going on in their lives and how it differs from others, we can always come together in understanding and being compassionate and kind. Everyone has different challenges in life and even though you may or may not relate to other peoples challenges, you can still help them by just being nice. It is such a great story that teaches so many wonderful life lessons as the one mentioned above. Some of the content doesn't seem suitable for all ages, however, the story is written in a simple and clear way that makes even the more complex content understandable to many people of many ages. This is definitely a story that will stay with you long after you finish reading it and it is going to make you look up the author to want to read her other works as well just as I did. Truly truly highly recommend. It is a must read!
Date published: 2017-09-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Clean A great book about youth struggling with addiction. Realistic.
Date published: 2017-06-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Teenage Rehab An honest look at teenage rehab, and what rock bottom REALLY looks like.
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from beathtaking A pure heartwarming, funny and realistic book. It gives you a whole different perspective on people dealing with addictions. It also teaches you a lot. Definitely a must read.
Date published: 2014-09-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great insight Clean is a great view into the recovery of five teens, who, as they deal with their own issues, also forge a friendship that you hope can keep them drug and alcohol free in the future. When I finished I was a bit surprised at how far the characters had come since the beginning, and it ends with a really hopeful letter from one of the teens. If you're a fan of Ellen Hopkins, 'issue' books, or just like contemporary fiction, check this one out. ~~ Clean is a novel about five teens in a rehab clinic. There's Olivia, the OCD anorexic, Kelly, the cocaine addict and alcoholic, Chris, the meth addict, Jason, also an alcoholic, and Eva, who's addicted to painkillers. As they begin to detox and go through therapy, you really get to know each of them on a more personal level. What keeps Clean interesting is that the book isn't just one narrative throughout. It's divided into sections. There's the group sessions, where we get to see interactions between the teens and Shirley, the group leader and all around tough chick. She took no bull from anyone but was also able to sympathize when needed; she was amazing. There were also the personal essays, paragraphs from each character about their lives and how they got into their destructive behaviour. Then there were the drug and alcohol history questionnaires, which is is exactly what it sounds like. There's a questions and the characters would answer. The first question, for example, was 'How old were you when you first used or drank? Tell the story and how you felt.' I liked these parts the best because the questions were straightforward and you really got to go into more detail about the characters and their experiences. When it comes down to it, Clean is a novel about recovery. There are some amusing parts, yes, but overall it's a raw, gritty look into the process of change. It feels incredibly realistic as you struggle along with the characters as they face their fears and weaknesses and come out stronger in the end. It was like looking through a window into the happenings of a rehab clinic. When I got to the end, of the book and the rehab, I really wished I could see how the group would deal with the 'real' world again. After seeing how they struggled, I hoped they would be able to move above that because they all deserved it. Original review: http://allofeverythingforyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-clean-by-amy-reed.html
Date published: 2011-05-27

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KELLY I can’t sleep, as usual. My third night in this strange bed and I’m still not used to it. I’m just lying here in these scratchy sheets, listening to this place’s weird version of night, where the lights are never fully turned off, where the doors are never fully closed, where there is always at least one person awake and on guard. Lilana is the assistant counselor with hall duty tonight. I can hear her knitting that hideous thing she calls a sweater, the click, click, click of those plastic needles. I can hear the deep, watery wheezes of a fat woman with health problems and a history of smoking whatever she could find. She’s what you think of when you think of a drug addict. Not me. Not a middle-class white girl with a nice house and still-married parents. It’s been ten minutes since Lilana checked on me. It’ll be five minutes until she checks on me again. All this fuss because the stupid doctor at my intake asked, “Do you ever have thoughts of hurting yourself?” Could any seventeen-year-old honestly say no? I wonder if the buzzing of fluorescent lightbulbs has ever given people seizures. Or if the clicking of knitting needles has ever driven someone to psychosis. Total silence would be better. Total silence I could get used to. But tonight is different. Lilana’s walkie-talkie crackles something about a late-night admit. I hear her shuffle toward my room to check on me one more time. I close my eyes as she pokes her head through my already open doorway. I can smell her signature smell, the combination of cheap perfume and sweat. Then she walks away. The beep-boop-beep of the code-locked door to the lobby, to the outside, the door we all came through. The door crashing closed. Then silence. Even the lights seem to shut up. It is several minutes before I hear the door open and Lilana return. There is another set of footsteps. “I can’t believe you’re not letting me have my own room,” a new voice says, a girl, with a stuck-up anger that sounds rehearsed. “Olivia, please keep your voice down. People are sleeping, dear,” Lilana says slowly. The way she says “dear” makes it sound like a threat. Another door opens and closes. I know the sound of the door to the nurse’s office. We all do. I can’t hear their voices, but I know Lilana is asking Olivia questions now, doing “the paperwork,” scribbling things down on a yellow form. She is telling her the rules, going through her bags, turning out every pocket of every sweater and pair of pants, confiscating mouthwash, breath spray, Wite-Out, facial astringent. She is watching her pee in a cup. I pretend to be asleep when they come into my room. I’ve been without a roommate since I got here, and I knew my solitude wouldn’t last long. Lilana turns on the overhead light and talks in that kind of fake theatrical whisper that’s probably louder than if she just talked in a normal voice. I turn over so I’m facing away from them, so I won’t be tempted to open my eyes, so they won’t see that I’m awake and then force me into some awkward introduction, with my stinky breath and pillow-creased face. I just try to breathe slowly so it sounds like I’m sleeping. I hear zippers unzip, drawers open and close. Lilana says, “That’s your sink. Bathroom and showers are down the hall. Wake-up’s at seven. Someone’ll be in here to get you up. That’s Kelly sleeping over there. Your roommate. Pretty girl.” Pretty girl. My life’s great accomplishment. I wait for Lilana to say more, but that’s all there is: pretty girl. There’s silence against a background of fluorescent crackling like some kind of horror movie sound effect. I imagine them staring each other down: Lilana with her always-frown and hand on her hip; this Olivia girl with her snobby attitude, probably another skinny white girl like me who Lilana could crush with her hand. “Do you need anything?” Lilana says, with a tone that says, You better say no. I hear the swish of long hair across shoulders, a head shaking no. “All right, then. I’m down the hall if you need me. Try to sleep off whatever you’re on. Tomorrow’s going to be the longest day of your life.” “I’m not on anything,” Olivia says. “Yeah,” Lilana says. “And I’m Miss-fucking-America.” “Aren’t you going to close the door?” Olivia says. “Not until your roommate’s off suicide watch,” Lilana tells her. I hear her steps diminish as she walks to her perch by the med window, right in the middle of the building where the boys’ and girls’ halls meet, where, during the evening, when the patients sleep and no doctors or real counselors are around, Lilana is queen of this place. I lie still, listening for something that will tell me about my new roommate. I hear clothes rustling. I hear her moving things around, faster than anyone should move at this time of night. She walks over to the permanently locked window by my bed, and I open my eyes just a little to see her profile, shadowed, with only a thin outline of nose and lips illuminated by moonlight. I cannot tell if she is pretty or ugly, if she is sad or scared or angry. Darkness makes everyone look the same. She turns around, and I shut my eyes tight. She gets into the twin bed between the door and mine. Neither of us moves. I try to time my breath with hers, but she is too erratic—fast, then slow, then holding her breath, like she is testing me. Lilana comes by again, looks in to make sure I haven’t killed myself. She walks away, and the new girl and I sigh at the same time. Then our breaths fall into a kind of rhythm. They seem to get louder, gaining in volume with every echo off the white walls and linoleum floor. Everything else is silence. The room is empty except for us, two strangers, close enough to touch, pretending to be sleeping. © 2011 Amy Reed

Editorial Reviews

"A quick, frank read, with humor, information, and action that will keep teens interested. Those who read Reed’s Beautiful (S & S,2009)–and even those who haven’t–will be drawn to the great cover, and fans of Ellen Hopkins will love this novel." - School Library Journal