It had its good points, but it wasn't what I expected. The book could have been written about anybody, as the character of Ann Marie was nothing like "That Girl", and though he only had a couple of scenes in the story, Don Hollinger didn't sound anything like Ann's beloved Donald. The author made no attempt to familiarize them (aside from Ann being an actress from New York) so he might as well have written a separate story, except that I'm guessing he used the familiar TV character to sell more copies.
As far as the story itself goes, it was a good idea, as well as an unusual one. I was expecting one of those murder mystery plots, with everyone playing their parts in the "Wuthering Heights" drama, and then backstage there's trouble, as "Heathcliff" and "Edgar Linton" don't get along in real life as well as the story. The next thing you know, Edgar's dead and Heathcliff is accused of murder. Ann/Cathy, of course, plays detective and figures out whodunit. That was what I was expecting.
Instead, you get Mr. Earnshaw (who actually changed his name) buying property, building an actual Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange, and drugging and hypnotizing the actors into actually living the parts, determined no one will leave! He even victimizes his own wife and daughter (the original Cathy who goes insane) and is determined to recreate what he thinks is paradise but turns to a hell for everyone else.
Clever idea, but it just fell flat. Too many futile walks around the moors, too many futile escape attempts, too many drugged cups of tea, etc. It just got annoying, And the ending was too abrupt.
This is one of those books that you can check out if you're curious, but don't expect much, and if you skip it, no big loss.