I bought this book based on reviews for my grand-daughter, and she loved it. She even gave it to my wife to read. When she did, a faint warning bell began ringing in my wife’s heart at the end of it, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She went ahead and bought the sequel for our grand-daughter, “The War I Finally Won”, but that nagging feeling prompted her to read this book before giving it to her. All the way through the book, that “something” continued to trouble her until it became clear what the author’s hidden agenda was: to prepare young hearts to believe that a certain (carefully unspecified) lifestyle is ok, even if some people, such as one’s parents, reject you, and that if you choose that unmentioned lifestyle, you’re not at all wrong; you’re a victim, and you might even become a wonderful hero.
This is a very well written book, but extraordinarily crafty in its ulterior motive, that innocent young girls will very much enjoy reading.