It's almost always a bad sign when a book starts with a family tree, because that means that it's probably a "sweeping family drama". SFDs are generally 8000 pages long, super boring, and are always about the same thing: a bunch of people who hate each other bitching about it for decades and occasionally screwing someone who turns out to be their half sister. Well, this book has elements of that, but all-in-all it's actually fairly decent. It's basically a mix of historical shit and lurid smut, but the historic parts are pretty on the money - you get the impression that the dame who wrote this went to the library and everything - so when your husband catches you reading it you can use that to justify the sex parts. Or, seeing as this is the 21st century, you can just point out how much time he logs on dwarf porn sites and tell him to shut the fuck up. The end is especially absurd and out of control, with Satanists, rape, organ farming, kidnapping, gunfights, and one joker who turns into a crazy 'Nam vet for absolutely no reason, just to add to the general air of ludicrous insanity. It's fucking great. My favorite thing about this book though is the picture of the writer on the inside back cover. Check her out:

She looks like that lady in every neighborhood who's always coldly polite, but won't let her kids play with your kids. Who would guess that she writes softcore witch porn? I'm gonna have to start chatting some of these older broads up. I may have just stumbled onto a whole new dating pool.