During the road trip, I read two books: The House At the End of Hope Street and Love In the Time of Global Warming.
First of all, the house is the most intriguing character in the book. It provides its residents with encouraging letters and supplies to enable them to turn their lives around. There are also photos of the women who've stayed there lining the walls, but unfortunately the house must not have a fantastic track record because a few of the most outspoken former residents include Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, and Vivian Leigh. Okay. So these temporary residents are supposed to take advice from these women about how to turn their lives around? Really? (The portraits talk like the ones at Hogwarts.) The women living at the house are underdeveloped, especially the one chosen to be the house's caretaker.
Alba is very young, and she's taken advantage of by a horrible academic advisor who gets completely away with it (complete disappointment). She has a few special abilities that are given less attention than deserved, and there's even a glossary in the back of the back concerning these gifts that aren't fully integrated into the plot. I read the glossary before I read the book, so I suppose I had higher expectations for Alba's gifts being a bigger part of the story.
The main problem I have with the story is that these women end-up at Hope Street because they are stupid: They are not victims. To make matters worse, two of them basically continue with the same behavior that got them into trouble in the first place. Pink's Stupid Girls kept playing in my head during most of this book. I'd skip this one even though it has a high Goodreads rating.