This is pure trash fiction, of the guilty pleasure sort. If, like me, you burned through V.C. Andrews books back in middle school (or whenever it was for you) then you'll fly through this one. I want to give it two stars, because it wasn't really *good* -- it was too much almost boilerplate V.C. Andrews plot line but not nearly as well written, as well as having numerous grammatical errors -- but the fact that I read it straight through and immediately bought the sequel seems to warrant more than the "it was okay" of two stars.