Its been years since the original V.C. Andrews wrote this series and whoever is writing it now, seems to be writing for a much younger audience. Weirdly, I read most of the original series when I was in middle school, so maybe it never was as “mature” as I think it was. But this story has a terrible teen romance that somehow tries to mimic the incestual relationship of Cathy and Chris in Flowers in the Attic. Not something that’s particularly exciting to mimic. And the teen romance and drama was just, blah.
If I see another V.C. Andrews, hopefully I’ll remember this one and skip the next one. But I’ve been reading these books for almost 30 years, so there’s some sort of draw that I can’t seem to resist. Plus its so easy to read that it doesn’t take much out of me…
Read November 2018