![]() ![]() I’d skipped Judy Blume’s “Forever,” for instance, on the basis that all the jokes about Ralph were tacky. Given what a prim snob I was as a pre-teen reader, it’s amazing that I picked up any of Andrews’s books in the first place. It’s the written analogue of an after-school special about the dangers of reading. ![]() (I have strange friends.) I was stunned to discover one theme I had forgotten: this isn’t really a book about incest after all, or even bad moms. But I did re-read the book recently, because a friend of mine was throwing a “Flowers in the Attic”-themed fundraising event. Andrews novel “Flowers in the Attic,” that gothic literary sensation of my youth, with its notorious, scary cut-out paperback cover and brother-sister incest plot. ![]() I haven’t yet watched Lifetime’s new adaptation of the V. ![]()
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