I'm kind of torn when it comes to describing whether or not I liked this book. Is it a good book? No, not really but then you don't expect Hemingway or even Nicholas Sparks from a book titled "White Trash Beautiful". It does have this weird sense of entertainment to it, the type of entertainment you get from watching Flavor Flav pick out his favorite girl from a lineup of women on a reality show. 
 This book is ultimately the literary equivalent of shooting Cheez Whiz down your throat. You hate yourself afterwards and even a little during the act, but there's such a perverse sense of fun to the whole act that you can't stop yourself. The book has many faults, one of which is how quickly everything moves. Plot point jumps to plot point so quickly that at times it feels a little overly forced and Melrose Place-y. But hey, people watched Melrose Place for the same reason that a lot of people will read and enjoy this book. 
 What sort of helps and hurts the character development is that we're only really given Cass's point of view. She's deliberately ignorant at times of what's going on around her or what might be best for her. It's somewhat understanding of some points, as Cass feels a sense of misguided loyalty to her boyfriend Jax, who had previously stood up for her years ago. I can also understand her initial semi-hero worship for the father that abandoned her and her mother. It wasn't that he was a good man (he was actually a pretty big jerk, to put it mildly) but he stood for a time in Cass's life where she thought things were better. It was easier for her to see him as good while being resentful to her mother since she was not only still around, but representative of everything that has gone wrong. However at the same time we're not given enough of the various characters to really flesh them out enough to give these themes justice. Tucker is pretty much just a cardboard cutout for Cass to dream about and occasionally use as a bit of escapism. 
 In the end I'd probably recommend this more as a library read than something for people to outright purchase. It's most assuredly a guilty pleasure read, but I think that people might enjoy it more if it's "risk free" by getting it from the library. If you like it, buy away and put that pre-order on the book's sequel. I'll probably flip through the sequel to see if it keeps the guilty pleasure feeling up, which I imagine it will. White Trash Damaged will probably bring a new level of trashiness to the table as it moves from the trailer park to Hollywood. Roger Smith from American Dad would certainly approve.