One day Rachel Cohn will write a novel I can safely recommend to parents shopping for their teenage daughters. Until then, she'll keep putting out issue-driven, terrifyingly real little gems like this one that deal with all the things (sex, drugs, rock n' roll) mommies and daddies would prefer not be in their babies' vocabularies. Very's hardly Pollyanna - she's an occasional user and drinker who's too free with her body and who's flunking out of college due to her inability to unplug. All of which makes her far realer than many more-comfortable heroines of teen fiction, despite the occasionally over-convenient coincidences of Cohn's narrative. The flow of Very's narrative takes getting used to - it's as scattershot as the average ADD attention span - but once you're in, you're in for the duration. Ballsy and necessary, and almost sure to soon be banned at a school library near you.