I hadn't read anything this trashy since my elementary school days of reading V.C. Andrews. In retrospect, it has always seemed somewhat strange that I was reading books about incest and throbbing members at such a young age. Now I completely understand. These types of books seem to be written for readers who like to buy their books at the supermarket aka those who have the reading capability of ten-year-olds. And that's cool. This was perfect house-boating entertainment.