They’re both so terrible, I can’t even…
So why did I go there?
Flowers in the Attic was the book that was passed around secretly between my friends when I was 14 (picking up where Judy Blume’s Forever left off). I’m not sure why the secrecy – from memory, my mum let me read whatever I liked.
Flowers in the Attic was the Twilight of my generation. Everyone read the whole series and the books were discussed at length (note that this is why I read Twilight – I’m always curious to see what captures teens so totally).
I re-read Flowers before watching the film. Both were woeful. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away.