Revisiting V.C. Andrews Books As A Grown-Ass Woman

I’m a little ashamed to admit that got into VC Andrews late into the game. The dog-eared paperbacks frequented the shelves of the thrift stores I visited as a kid. So inviting. So tantalizing. A pretty girl’s face peeked through the keyhole on every cover, and then you’d open it to the stepback page behind it that revealed a horrified-looking family. Always a girl. Always a boy seductively looking at...