I have read some books over and over. Other books?
I wish I’d never cracked the cover.
This book was published way back in 1979 — when I was young and impressionable — and its harrowing tale of child abandonment, abuse, and eventual incest between siblings imprisoned in an attic for other two years made me nauseous.
(An attic? Let’s add claustrophobia to the mix as well.)
Flowers in the Attic was the first in a five-book series by Andrews, but I couldn’t stomach reading anymore. And in 1987, the original book was made into a movie. I’ll admit I watched it; I just had to see if it was going to ‘go there’…and luckily it didn’t.
Well, that luck has run out.
A new Lifetime movie adaptation is scheduled to air in January, and they have promised to be faithful to the book.
Luckily, I’ll be busy watching Downton Abbey.