This is a memoir, written by a 19-year-old who had been in a boot-camp type of alternative therapeutic home for a year when she was 15. A chapter or so into it and I oddly found myself in the girl's corner, pissed off at the overbearing staff and their extreme methods and punishments, forcing the girls to do pushups/situps for various minor infractions and making them sit on their beds, not talking, not doing anything, all day long. The girl was put in the home by her father, for her bad behavior, which mainly consisted of smoking pot three times and shoplifting. She was a virgin. Why the fuck is she in a place like this with prostitutes, child molesters, hardcore drug users, and girls prone to fits of extreme violence? I found myself cheering when one of the girls beat up a staff member so bad she had to be hospitalized and another who bit the inside of her mouth so she could spit blood in the face of a staff. The reason it's so weird for me to be rooting for the girls is that I've been on the other side of the fence, teaching at-risk youth at a special ed high school for almost eight years. It's also weird because I never broke the law or got in much trouble in high school at all. Another problem I had with the methods employed by "The Village" was that although the girl looks back and thinks it really helped her, come on, like she's not gonna be drinking and fucking shortly after going back home like any normal teenager? How long could trying to act perfect last? And of course I'm right, because after the book was published when she was a couple years older, she started banging her 50-year-old agent, which doesn't sound healthy to me. Um, anyways it was an engaging book and doesn't really try to teach you any lessons, just a cross-section of someone's experience, so that's cool with me.