The Secret Lives of Booksellers and Librarians
When I was a preteen, my mom was reading V. C. Andrews’s Flowers in the Attic. It was a bestseller and had a lot of buzz—there’s an incestuous relationship in it, not graphic or anything, but very salacious—and I wanted to read it so badly.
The Secret Lives of Booksellers and Librarians
Guess who read Flowers in the Attic as soon as her mom left for work? This girl. I went on to devour everything that V. C. Andrews ever wrote.
The Secret Lives of Booksellers and Librarians
In fact, I still have my mom’s original set of the first four Flowers in the Attic paperbacks. And I’ve reread them many times over in my adult life as well.