Thyme Gilchrest is popular.
Thyme Gilchrest is on student council.
Thyme Gilchrest is a drug dealer.
Like piecing together a logic puzzle, Thyme has organized a complex trading system that enables her to obtain the meds her friends need. They all come to her to diagnose their problems and provide the "cure" -- be it Prozac, Ritalin, Vicodin...She's therapist, doctor, and pharmacist all in one. She helps people. And that makes her feel a little more in control -- a little more capable of dealing with her own frantic high school life. Because Thyme Gilchrest is nothing if not good at dealing.
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Well if they’re making it (making it) Then they’re pushing it (pushing it)
A strobe of red followed by a flash of bright white, hopefully bouncing off my teeth and sparkling in my eyes. I tried not to giggle.
“That’s it, everyone,” the school photographer announced with a smile.
Everyone on the school literary magazine fell forward, now released from our pose. We were all giddy from just having put the spring issue of Veritas to rest. Even Will, who just designed the cover, had smiled unexpectedly for the camera. And Meera had actually dressed up. Sort of.
“Congratulations, everyone,” Mrs. Tildenhurst said. She put her arm around me and gave me a special squeeze. “I am so sorry you’re not going to be with us next year, Thyme. You did such wonderful work.”
I blushed a little and felt genuinely bad. “Sorry, I just don’t have the time. I think I should concentrate on my strengths my senior year—and unfortunately they just don’t include anything of literary merit.” Besides, I had been on the magazine for three years now, and junior year extra-curries counted more than senior for college applications. Or so the legend went.
Tildenhurst gave me an odd look. “That’s a funny thing for someone so young to say. Don’t you think it’s a little early to write off—pardon the pun—poetry and fiction and journaling?”
“I guess I just know my own limitations,” I said self-deprecatingly, winding down our conversation. She was going to be my AP teacher next year, anyway—we’d have more chances to talk then. And I was anxious to get back to the group. They were talking about going to a movie and I didn’t want to miss out. They were the closest thing to a clique I had.
All of Ashbury High is divided into three main groups: the rich kids, the jocks, and The Twenty—my nickname for the approximately twenty most overachieving, good-school-bound juniors. They were a social force to be reckoned with, no matter how nerdy. Less important socially (in order) are the partyers, the stoners, the do-gooders, the geeks and freaks.
I was just barely in The Twenty possibly GPA #19 or 20 itself, but I was in. In the overinflated world of AP grades and extra credit, staying in the top 10 percent is pretty fricking difficult. But if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t really have had any place in the school hierarchy. I’d be even more of a no one. I sucked at sports, was financially middle class (no matter how upper), never got invited to the good parties, and my interests (making beaded jewelry, e.g.) had no bragging rights among my peers. Nor did they look good on college applications. They were personal. I was personal. Even a little introverted, some might say.
So the people in Veritas, the French Club, Model U.N., and everything else were the closest thing I had to a social scene.
“Hey, what are we doing?” I asked, bouncing up to Kevin, the current head of The Twenty. I had thought he was cute for about one marking period, but constant competition doesn’t really do much for sexual attraction.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “I think we’re going to see that action-thriller thing Sonia’s cousin is in. Either that or The Life Aquatic.”
Well, that first one sounded kind of exciting. Even if the movie sucked, we would sort of know someone in the credits.
“What are they doing here?” someone else asked—GPA #5, as a matter of fact—indicating the door with a similar roll of her eyes.
Lida and Suze, my peeps from the hood and my oldest friends, had finally shown up. I had invited them along to whatever everyone decided to do after the meeting. We did almost everything together, but somehow didn’t come across as the Charlie’s Angels trio we should have been.
I was the natural blonde, though it had a hint of red from some Irish somewhere back on my mom’s side. Light skin, freckles, blue eyes, pixie nose. Unfortunately, rather than being the bombshell blonde, I looked adorable in a baseball cap with a ponytail sticking out the back. Maybe that would change someday when I grew breasts.
Suze was the really beautiful one, theatrical and dark-haired, with very light brown eyes and perfect red lips. HUGE knockers. And she had this aura that made everything she did sparklier and brighter than anything else in the room (I’m immune through long, repeated exposure). She never stopped moving, pouting, posing. Her teeth were very white.
Lida (rhymes with weed-a, perfect for her current incarnation as perpetually mellow chronic) had large, wide-set eyes and long black lashes that made her always look sleepy, cool, or sarcastic. Under her lids her irises were a very dark blue. Hers was the only hair that didn’t need all kinds of crap to give it volume: large, wavy curls that could look elegant pinned up if she gave a rat’s ass and didn’t have the thread-wrapped-with-cowrie things going on. She was a little heavier than Suze and me, but not fat; sort of this Earth Goddess Mother shape which low-slung jeans and camo pants always emphasized.
(Dave was also there, an arm around Lida with his hand in her back pocket. Even Suze and I couldn’t tell if they were actually dating—or if he was just her dealer. Since he was funny and game for anything, we never really objected to his presence.)
The three of them … didn’t really fit in here. Lida could have been in with the rich kids but opted out for the stoners. Suze … uh … Suze liked boys. Which did nothing to increase her popularity as a whole. None of them was in The Twenty.
But I didn’t think it would really matter.
“I invited them,” I said, trying not to sound defensive. “They’re cool.”
“This was supposed to be a Veritas-only thing,” Kevin said, a little nasally. “There’s no room in the cars.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Kevin, do you know how retarded you sound?” Will said, coming to my rescue. “I’ll drive them.”
Kevin huffed, “Whatever,” while sort of flouncing away.
“Hey thanks,” I murmured, giving the thumbs-up to Lida and Suze. Lida thumbed me back. Suze didn’t notice, too busy frowning over a couple of bills in her hand, making sure she had enough for the movie. Like many of the wealthier kids in Ashbury her allowance was generous—bordering on the unlimited—but restricted to the AmEx card that piggybacked on her dad’s so he could see her every expenditure. Cash was a dying commodity among my friends, in some ways more valuable because of the untraceable things they could buy. In Susan’s case, cigarettes, birth control pills, and R-rated movies.
“No problem,” Will answered back with a smile. He was one of those rare people who managed to remain an individual entity without being relegated to freak status. We’d known each other since kindergarten, before all the social divisions began. His mom was white and his dad was Dominican (I can’t tell you what that meant when they first moved to Ashbury but my parents sure could), and he somehow wound up looking like a taller than average Mayan: aquiline nose, blunt proportions, dark hair, clear coffee skin.
“But, could you carry my shit for me?” he asked, indicating his notebook and my bag.
“Of course,” I sighed. Everything was a negotiation. Nothing was free.
On the way home, I slumped in the front seat, thinking about the movie.
“I don’t think I get it,” I finally admitted aloud. “I liked the fish and the weird music, but I don’t really get what the point of the whole movie was. I mean, the guy goes to kill the shark that killed his friend, but doesn’t and then like his son shows up out of nowhere, and he dies…. Wasn’t that kind of random?”
To be fair, I often have trouble getting into a movie, or “suspending my disbelief” for more than a minute at a time. I can never concentrate properly and my thoughts begin to wander. Sometimes I miss entire plot points (ditto for lectures, homework reading, class discussion …).
“Wait, what shark?” Suze piped up from the back.
Then again, compared to Suze, I’m like a virtual total-recall.
“The shark he was going to get revenge on for killing his friend,” Will explained patiently, both hands on the wheel as we gracefully turned a curve. “The big thing at the end? The whole reason for the expedition?”
“Oh.” I could hear the confused pout in her voice. “I sort of missed the end. There was this really cute guy from Lewis next to me.”
“And you were what, too busy sharing popcorn?” I muttered, just low enough for Will to hear. I had actually considered getting up and going to the bathroom at one point just so I could move seats. Did Suze have to be so loud when she flirted?
Lida gave a distinctly unfeminine snore and turned over in the back next to Suze. She was in the sleepy stage of being stoned, smiling and comfortable and completely oblivious.
“Well, think about what wasn’t there,” Will pointed out after a moment. “We never saw or heard the editor who got Cate Blanchett pregnant. We never actually saw Steve’s friend who died, except in a video flashback. We never see his dad. And we’re told that there’s no way he could even have had a son.”
“So?” I asked half defensively, half curiously. Who thought about what wasn’t in a movie?
“So … did you notice that no one was upset when Owen Wilson died? It was almost like Steve’s son never really existed, he was just a figment of everyone’s imagination. So he’s like all the others … all different aspects of being a father, or the stages of a man’s life. The guy who helps conceive a baby, the son, the father figure, the adult friend. The movie was all about how Steve Zissou was trapped as a sort of teen who never wants to grow up. At the end, when he picks up Willem Dafoe’s nephew, it shows he’s finally matured a little, ready to be more of a father figure.”
I thought about what he said. It was hard. The thinking, I mean. But as I walked my way mentally through the movie, it all fit.
I never got stuff like that. My essays for English were badly labored attempts at finding subtext and figuring out what the author was implying—where all I really found was plot.
Let’s face it. I wasn’t really Twenty material.
I looked out the window at the woods beyond the pavement. Thinner and thinner every year, as a new strip mall or condo development or whatever went up. But for now you still couldn’t see to the other side; just trees mixing with the dark sky until everything was blurred and black in the distance, no lights puncturing it.
My house was first and I was glad to jump out, still depressed that I had missed the whole point of the movie and sort of embarrassed that Will had done us the favor of driving us home. I slammed the door before Suze or Lida could suggest we hang out afterward, and went around the SUV to the driver’s side. Will unrolled the window to talk to me. It was all extremely grown-up. Weird.
“Hey uh, thanks,” I said, trying not to bite my lip, looking him in the eye. I used every possible chance to practice for college interviews, to shed the shy teenager thing in favor of something brighter and more, well, acceptable. I couldn’t help playing with my necklace, though, a dangly tasseled beaded affair, the last one I made before junior year began.
“No problem.” He gave a soft smile and rolled his eyes again; he knew just exactly how nice he was for driving all of us. I wish I could have offered something in return, like a latte or a study session. I hate hanging debts. “See you Monday.”
The window hummed up, sealing the occupants of the giant space vehicle, and it rumbled off into the night. Our street was one of the older ones, dark, and it felt extremely lonely as they pulled away, like they were stranding me on an empty planet. Once they were gone, silence descended. Not even crickets.
Finally I turned around and went in.
The front door opened and my mother’s voice hit me at the same time as the blast of brightness and heat from the house, somehow unwelcome even after the black chilliness of the spring night. Oh, and yes, my name is Thyme. As in Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and. It’s the name of an expensive restaurant They used to go to in the city. They joked: After I was born, They couldn’t afford to go to a place like that for a long time, and wanted to commemorate it. They also liked to joke that I’m the most beloved mistake in the world. Pretty hilarious parents, no?
“How was the movie?”
My mom is one of those people who stays dressed right until bed. Her hair remains as neat and flat as it was in the morning, her makeup retouched if necessary, gold watch, triple strand of pearls, even socks and shoes remain in place until she “turns in for the night.” That day she sported a crisp khaki number, desperate for summer, and her blue eyes were fixed on me with that interested brightness you normally associate with birds.
“It sucked.” It did. Really. I wasn’t trying to be hostile. There just wasn’t anything else to say.
“Who was there?”
I really wished she would bless some other teenager with her interest, someone who was crying out for parental attention, “davidsuzelidawillkevinsoniameera. I guess.”
“Meera? You don’t talk about her much anymore.”
“She’s a freak, Mom.” I threw my jacket over the chair in the hall that wasn’t supposed to be used for that purpose but was nevertheless a shapeless pile of wool and cotton, and buttons. There might still actually have been some scarves under there; it had been a while since my parents’ last fight about it.
Final words flung out, I stomped upstairs, shouting a mental good night to wherever my dad was.
Someone else in my position probably would have thrown herself onto her bed, grabbed a stuffed animal or favorite book or whatever, turned up the music, and stared at the ceiling until falling asleep. Not me. I pulled off my shoes and jeans and shirt and brought my WorldCiv textbook and notebook and highlighter under the covers with me. I was never one of those it-comes-to-me-easily types—it took all my effort just to be in the lowest 5 percent of the Twenty. I can guarantee you no one else who went out to a movie that night, that Friday night, was going back to do homework.
Well, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, fifteen minutes later I was as sound asleep as my happier, cuddly-monkey-hugging counterparts.
Reading Group Guide
About the Book
Thyme Gilcrest is everything that a drug dealer isn't. She's popular, active in school, adored by adults, and at the top of her class. It would be ridiculous to say that Thyme Gilcrest is a drug dealer...ridiculous, but also true! How on earth does a nice girl like Thyme become the go-to girl for every partyer in her suburban school? Very easily.
1. Ashbury High, Thyme's school, seems to have a very complex and unyielding social hierarchy. Does Thyme buy into this hierarchy? Does the social construct exist only at the school, or does it spill over into other parts of her life? How is Ashbury different from your school? How is it similar?
2. Thyme is very careful to make a distinction between the "right" kind of drugs that she sells, and other drugs like marijuana and cocaine. Upon what does she base this distinction? Do you think this line of thought is justified? Is she able to keep the two separate as the story moves along?
3. When Thyme catches a group of middle schoolers getting high in the mall on NyQuil, she wonders what they have wrong in their lives that makes them want to get high. What reasons do Thyme and her friends have for getting high? Where do they look for happiness and fulfillment? Do you think that a different group of kids -- in a different city or from a different social class -- would have the same reasons for getting high? Would they choose the same methods?
4. Why does Thyme find Will so attractive? Why don't her parents approve of him? Is he a good boyfriend?
5. Discuss Thyme's friends, Lida and Suze. In what ways are they good friends to Thyme, and in what ways are they not? Is Thyme a good friend to them? Who do you think is the better friend? Who do you think is the better person? What is behind Lida's transformation from stoner chick to chic partyer?
6. Why does Dave's arrest have such a great impact on Thyme? Does she change as a person because of it? Does Dave change because of his arrest? How does his arrest impact the other characters? What other events in the story lead Thyme to make changes?
7. In what ways are the adults in the story responsible for what happens? What could they have done to keep Thyme from becoming an addict and a pusher? What do you think of Thyme's parents? Is one a better parent than the other?
8. Thyme's college essay was about what she really wants to do for the next few years. It's one of the few times she actually thinks about what she wants out of life. Why do you think she doesn't do this more often?
9. Having finished the novel, do you think that Thyme has really stopped taking and dealing drugs? Do you think she's a stronger person for choosing to got to college or is she just being swept along with the current? What would you think might happen if she took some time off?
10. Do you think Thyme is a good person in a bad situation or simply weak-willed? Do you feel she could have done things differently?
11. From reading the author's afterward, what events do you think inspired this novel? Do you think the author is actually referring to herself when she mentions the two people in her life? How has this novel impacted your own life?
1. Because drug use is a major theme of this novel, choose one drug-related issue and follow it through different newspapers. Assemle clippings chronicling the recent history of popular perception on this issue..
2. The diagnosis and treatment of ADHD has an interesting history. Read up on this history, as well as any trends in treatment. See if you can find both sides of the story.
3. Write a short story about one of the supporting characters of the book. For example, write what happens to Dave or write about Meera's accident, but keep your story concurrent with the rest of the book.
4. What do you think will happen to Thyme now that she's in college? Write a short story about her freshman year and where you think her life is headed.
5. Thyme knows a lot about the side effects of the various prescription drugs that she gives to people. Choose one of the drugs in the book -- legal or otherwise -- and research how it affects your body.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was good and I enjoyed it thoroughly. This book was great because things like this happen in real life. The book was based on a high school teen that found the drug world. Well she took advantage of it and began to do pills. Her friend later found out about it and tried some drugs. Thyme began to start selling the pills she was taking. There was one bad thing, she was in the top 20 of academics.Thyme Gilcrest was in all the honors things and was popular at the same time. This was most high school kids dreams. She later turned into a legit drug dealer and had clients. But i know people that have gotten into this and i enjoyed reading a book about it.
A friend of mine reccomended this book to me and I fell in love instantly. The story is extremely realistic and one I could read again and again. And I feel that I can relate to Thyme very well, I used to pop pills and sell them to the people at my school. And how withdrawal and the feeling of being on pills is described... it's intensely real. I would reccomend this book to everyone I know.
Rx defentky is not my normal read, last summer I stumbled apon it at my local library, when I was picking a free book I earned from there Teen Reading Program. The book is a bit sad, and since I have never had to deal with a drug addiction, I can not say how realistic. Though the charecters are very well developed and the book tends to not get to slow at any point. In general it is not my absoloute favorite book, though like I have said it is good and I do strongly sugest you read it if you have time.
Thyme is just trying to fit in, and along the way she finds something to help her. Perscription drugs. It has a good story line, but I think it lacks too much. It was really hard to start just because I was bored in the beginning. I think the back description makes it sound more exciting than it really is. Sometimes I would get confused and lost with what was going on because it switches without transition. I enjoyed it, but I wouldn't recommended it.
This book may sound flat-out horrible to you, the whole concept of a straight-A high school drug dealer. Trust me, this book is against drugs all the way. It's a little slow starting, but if you stick it out through the first half, it quickly captures your attention and only gets better. The ending was sad but perfect for the story, and a lot of truth rings through this book. Recommended for high schoolers and parents. Yes, I'm a sophomore in high school actually recommending this to parents.
Nothing about this book stood out. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't fantastic, either. I started to see people in my class differently, because I had never thought in terms of "the 20" before - there's a similar clique at my school. But yeah, it was just your average novel.
Very quick read. I always love reading about addiction and "druggie" novels and this was def one of them. I was not surprised to see how in demand regular prescription drugs are. While most of us do not know that our medicine cabinet is a goal mine to some people. This book may shed some light on parents or adults who may have their pill bottles lying around. I guess it's time to lock those up,too. Oh, and the Nyquil. Can you believe that? It's a scary world out there.
I'm reading this book as part of a possible project on "MTV" books. I found it typical of not-so-great young-adult books in that the characterization is minimal: at the end, I was still having trouble keeping some of the characters straight. The narrative did pull me through, almost in spite of itself, but I have no idea whether is is realistic. It's also a little preachy in places, especially at the end. I find the author's tendency to insert "facts and figures" annoying because there is no citation, and of course the information can become outdated without the book into another edition because it's published as fiction.
I expected more. I wanted more. I felt the story was rushed and not well resolved. The prescription drug culture among teens is rampant and Lynn could have delved into this world so many do not know about.
i reeeally love this book. coming from someone who used to pop adderall to get through classes, i relate extremely well with thyme. although the beginning is sort of slow, the story quickly builds into something great. i loved the realistic view of a teenager looking up drugs online, and wanting to be better. it just feels so relatable to me, and the ending was the best part.
This book is TERIBLE. I have been through ritalin addiction and know what its like -- this book did NOT get it right at all. The author obviously had never done a drug in her life, and definately not ritalin. It was very obvious at points that she was getting facts straight from the internet. Such a horrible book, and the main character is so obnoxious, dont read it.
I really liked this book, its really interesting, realistic, teen sarcasm. Its so realistic this could really happen to anyone really and it can happen so easily! One little thing leads to another and it just starts quietly advancing before you know it you probably have someone in your high school or college that does this. So Thyme is one of those really smart girls she gets As but she has to really work for them. And thats when she tries a common "study drug" and soon shes led into a world of addiction, dealing, and deception. Childhood friend may not be as loyal and trustworthy as they seem. And her love may not be as understanding as she wants him to be. But is this really entirely her fault? When alot of what she sees are her parents and their friends popping pills just to stay awake? Thyme has already been exposed to the magic little capsules that allow you to feel and think any way you want. But nothing comes without consequence.
I make no claims that this book shows the "real" life of teens or sensationalizes the less-than-dramatic reality. I simply don't know. What I can say is that "Rx" by Tracy Lynn is very timely. Last December, for example, there were numerous news stories detailing the pressures teens face to be perfect and pretty and fun while making it all look easy. This book offers one explanation of how some teens do that. Thyme Gilcrest goes to a competitive high school in a rich suburban neighborhood. It's senior year and she is jockeying for position among the top 20 of her class--a coveted spot that Thyme can barely cling to despite hours of work each night. This all changes when Thyme gets a hold of some Ritalin to treat her self-diagnosed ADHD. Suddenly she can focus and life is good. Then her friends find out about the drug and start asking her to get other "cure alls" for them. Lynn writes this story in matter-of-fact, concise prose. Narrated by Thyme, the story never offers judgment on the druggies, dealers and misfits that populate its pages. Instead, Lynn is simply setting down the facts as she knows them (read the afterward to see why the story is important to her) to offer up a cautionary tale about the hazards of prescription drug abuse and dealing. The prose here is arresting. After the first pages I was hooked. Thyme's commentary is sardonic and caustic--an appealing combination. At the same time, her story is painful to read as Thyme describes her let-downs and her own shortcomings. Despite that, the middle begins to drag as Thyme transitions of user to dealer. However, Lynn will throw in a trick now and then to surprise you. Stylistically, this novel isn't overly exceptional. It's what I would term a "gimmick" novel--trying to cash in on the popularity (for lack of a better word) of the issue of prescription drug abuse in high schools. The novel also deals with the world of privileged teens: kids whose parents have enough money that they are never home and leave their children with a bit too much free reign in their absence. The term "latch key children" might also come to mind. In a world where family dinners don't happen as often as they used to, perhaps it's not surprising to see more and more novels focusing on "latch key teens." Part of me wants to do more research on the subject to see if prescription drugs are really that available to random teenagers but, as with most things, I think it depends on the teen and the location. For my part, I had a nagging sense that the novel was overstating the problem or perhaps focusing on a more suburban phenomenon (although Meg Cabot's new novel "Jinx" which is set in New York City briefly touches upon this issue as well). Perhaps I'm the only one who didn't know how to go about getting illegal substances as a teen (and still doesn't) and had no desire to. At any rate, "Rx" is an interesting look at the burdens of overachievers even if the novel might leave you with more of a nagging feeling than a completely satisfied one.
I have read this book so many times and I find new things in it all the time. Recomend to EVERYONE!
i loved this book! it was so good!!!!
it was an okay book, it moved a little too fast to build an understanding for the characters. its mean more for pre teens than adults. the ending was easily expected as were most events in the book. It wasn't bad but its not a book i'd keep on my shelf.