This book was really nostalgic. I remember as a child being mesmerized by my mom and grandmother's V.C. Andrews books. The covers were fascinating. Even though I didn't understand the stories, but I'd only read a few pages. I never actually read an entire chapter, let alone an entire book. 
 A lot of readers would consider this book "trashy" but I thought it was really good. Even though it has some disturbing subjects in it, it's NO WHERE near as graphic as modern day books, even those meant for teenagers. So, I really liked it and I am already continuing the family saga and have moved on to the next book which is rare for me.