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Flowers in the Attic is a Gothic novel by V. C. Andrews. It is the first book in the Dollanganger Series, and was followed by Petals on the Wind, If There Be. Flowers in the Attic book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Such wonderful children. Such a beautiful mother. Such a lo. A major Lifetime movie event—the novel that captured the world's imagination and earned V.C. Andrews a fiercely devoted fanbase. Book One of the.


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Yes, I'm serious. Flowers in the Attic—a.k.a. “The book that made teenage girls look sideways at their brothers and shudder,” as my similarly. But I did re-read the book recently, because a friend of mine was throwing a “ Flowers in the Attic”-themed fundraising event. (I have strange. Flowers in the Attic is a rather sad story. The Dollanganger children are betrayed by the person who should love them the most—their mother—.

Like, if I was giving notes to V. Andrews, I would have said that felt very strange. Cathy and Chris encounter a friendly fawn. In a sequence invented for the movie, Cathy and Chris get close to a deer on the Foxworth grounds after they escape for a swim in the lake.

Later, they watch the animal get shot from their attic window, and an electric fence is installed around the property, making an escape look even more hopeless.

Olivia gets trapped in the attic. The kids leave while their grandma is asleep, and long after their mother has abandoned them.

Alpert thought Olivia deserved some comeuppance, and wrote in a small triumph for the kids in which Chris traps the claustrophobic Olivia in the attic on their way out. At the same time, she made sure grandma got the last word: Already a subscriber?

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Seriously, she is. You'll see. Because, after her husband's untimely death, she is shortly going to lock her children in the attic of her parents' estate — " Not middle-class rich, or upper-class rich!

Filthy, unbelievably, sinfully rich! I hate it when that happens! As Corrine brings the children to the enormous, grim estate, her stated plan to her four charges is as follows: Then they'll charm him with their blond perfection, he'll write them into the will, and everyone will be happy and blond. Or, she'll just charm him and he'll die, which is the preferred plan.

What they haven't banked on is the grandmother who greets them:. Her nose was an eagle's beak, her shoulders were wide, and her mouth was like a thin, crooked knife slash. Her dress, a grey taffeta, had a diamond brooch at the throat on a high, severe neckline.

Nothing about her appeared soft or yielding; even her bosom looked like twin hills of concrete.

Not only does this modern Miss Minchin have a bad attitude, she seems to have a bad view of the children: As she leads them through a long list of do's and don'ts that includes always brushing one's teeth, never opening the blinds and staring at the Bible to try to absorb the "purity of the Lord and his ways," the children begin to cotton on to the fact that something is amiss: But the senior Mrs.

Foxworth will not be put off:. You still have a nasty, suspicious mind! Christopher and Cathy are innocent! Finding out you're your own first cousin I HATE it when that happens! And thus begin a long series of days that stretch from two or three into, I don't know, FOUR YEARS, during which the children subsist on a daily diet of cold bacon, toast, jelly sandwiches, warm milk, and fried chicken; are almost forced to eat mice; make a paper garden in the attic and slowly grow thin and spindly along with the flowers they have placed in the wan sun.

Corrine's response to this treatment is to continue to buy them more games and expensive clothing, and assure them that the father is about to die, and they are going to lose their investment if they rush things now: Be understanding! And what fun you lose now, I'll make up to you later, a thousandfold! Now the twins ran to me with their small cuts and bruises, and the splinters garnered from the rotten wood in the attic.

I carefully plucked them out with tweezers. Chris would apply the antiseptic, and the adhesive plaster they both loved.

An injured small figner was enough to demand cuddly-baby thing, and lullabies sung as I tucked them into bed, and kissed their faces, and tickled where laughter had to be freed. Their thin little arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I was loved, very loved, and needed.

I have always wondered if Andrews' continued use of the passive voice is what creates such an urgent air of mystery around her characters, as if whatever agents of activity afoot, unspecified, might not belong to the agents in question but to the the grim finger of fate. And they are completely without any control over their circumstances — not over the grandfather who won't die, the grandmother who won't stop beating them, or the mother who is showing up increasingly less often.

Worst of all, however, is the problem arising that no one can control — Chris and Cathy's burgeoning sexuality:.

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I was coming alive, feeling things I hadn't felt before. Strange achings, longings. Wanting something, and not knowing what is was that woke m eup at night, pulsating, throbbing, excited, and knowing a man was there with me, doing something I wanted him to complete, and he never did Tell me about it, sister.

But Cathy, who is the only child who is cynical enough to see that her mother has no intention of ever letting them out "It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish" is unable to see her brother sorry coming:. We were not always modest in the bedroom, nor were we always fully dressed We should have cared.

We should have been careful. Okay, Cathy.

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Just, whatever you do, don't sleep with your brother. Don't sleep with your bro—. He yelled out something like, "You're mine, Cathy!

You'll always be mine! No matter who comes into your future, you'll always belong to me! I'll make you mine I had the strong dancer's legs, he had the biceps and greater weight And I loved him.

I wanted what he wanted — if he wanted it that much, right or wrong. Somehow we wound up on that old mattress — that filthy, smelly stained mattress that must have known lovers long before this night. And that is where he took me, and forced in that swollen, rigid male sex part of him that had to be satisfied.

It drove into my tight and resisting flesh which tore and bled. Having personally written a book that takes place entirely in a few rooms of a palatial estate, I can confirm how impossible it is to attempt to maintain the reader's interest without lapsing into narrative Red Bulls like incest, beatings, poison, and disgusting lies.

My character had to be content with doing a lot of cleaning. But the stifling scenes depicted in Flowers of the Attic — and all of Andrews — take soap opera to a new level. Cathy tells Chris:. Chris, soap opera people are like us — they seldom go outdoors. And when they do, we only hear about it, never see it. They loll about in living-rooms, bedrooms, sit in the kitches and sip coffee or stand up and drink Martinis — but never, never go outside before our eyes.

And whenever something good happens, whenever they think they're finally going to be happy, some catastrophe comes along to dash their hopes. But if a soap opera is opera in drag, V.

Andrews is a drag queen, holding a scented hanky to her heaving bosom, standing in front of an Elvis preacher at a Las Vegas chapel on New Years Eve. No one ever turns — they spin around with their legs flashing through a thin negligee.

Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews – review

There's face-cupping and bosom-clutching extraordinaire. Fists bleed. Bodies swell. Odors are left, things are returned tenfold! Innocent, Beave-like protestations — "I didn't mean to rape you, I swear to God!

Andrews writes like a non-native speaker who has done time in a jail where they only show 60s sitcoms and One Life to Live , and my small heart aches and blood runs from many small paper cuts as I read her, beating my small fists on the pages.In my junior high days these awful books were all the rage, along with body glitter and peel off nail polish.

I re-read this book, having first read it a year or so ago, and every plot twist was as page turning, as enthralling, as captivating as it was the first time I read it. Currently reading the book and very much enjoying it, I was just wondering for anyone that has read the series, can I just read this book on it's own or is it better to read the series?

At some point in the survival drama he eats hot dogs and a whole box of brownie mix just mixed up with water into a powerbar kinda paste. The sick, twisted conditions that the Dollanganger kids endured made for great reading, especially as a preteen undergoing her own hellish circumstances.

While at the "University of Virginia hospital for treatment Petals on the Wind Narrator Catherine "Cathy" Dollanganger 12 is the second of four children, following older brother Chris 14 and preceding twins Cory and Carrie 5. Andrews's Flowers in the Attic as the final piece of conclusive scientific evidence. Flowers in the Attic, by V.

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