Heaven as the first book set my standards up so high, that I couldn't love this sequel as much as I wanted to. It was less dark, but it had the same misery you can find within the pages of a VC Andrews book. 

For most of the book, I couldn't really care about the plot. It was too far removed from the Casteel family. Yes, it was needed for her to grow and build herself brick by brick to get on with her journey but I was reading slowly. It only picked up around 65% in, and only then I felt like the book was going back to its original roots. 

Heaven's life in this sequel felt like watching an ant trapped within a paper cup. Always bumping into the walls, never escaping. No matter what she tries, she kept facing rejections. It was an ongoing failure after failure. 

I especially liked the killer twist towards the end. I was sitting in my seat, stomach dropping uncomfortably, beads of sweat covering my forehead. Worrying, fearing, how Heaven will receive yet another shocking truth behind her family history. I suspected a little, but I refused to believe it. And it was actually worse than I expected. 

Secrets, shame, rejection, filth. Always, always found in a Casteel book. I'm curious to see how the rest of series will pan out.