Some months ago, a few lady friends and I had a lengthy discussion about V.C. Andrews’ library of effed up YA fiction (the unspoken genre) while at the Korean spa–because that’s what you talk about when wandering naked among strangers–so I got a bit of a jolt when I found out the Lifetime channel was airing a “Flowers in the Attic” remake.
I remember reading the book and watching the movie as a kid…and deciding I would never do that to myself again. So I’m not going to watch the new version, but the show and a conversation with another friend got me wondering about V.C. Andrews’ life and what happened that inspired so much soap opera morbidity.
So, without further ado, let’s put Andrews in the hypothetical psychiatrist’s chair.