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Flowers in the Attic

Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


When I was a budding teen, my mom always warned me never to read this mysterious 'Flowers in the Attic' book. Now more than a decade later, I am SO glad I heeded her back then! I HATED this story!!! and as such, I give it 5 STARS. Peculiar huh? It's not because I liked it, or really liked it (according to goodreads lesser star meanings) but because it was indeed amazing! I found myself so engrossed in this book that I entirely forgot that it was fiction, I even found myself locked in my room reading constantly forgetting that maybe I should (and CAN) come out. The story sucked me in and I cringed and protested and hated every second of it but for an author to wield a story that reads so simply, yet evokes such intense feeling of loathing and distress, I have nothing but admiration and amazement. I can say without a doubt, this was one of the most disturbing books I've ever read and I will never, ever forget it. Suffice it to say, when I have kids, I would give them to same advice as my mom gave me :p



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Overweight

You know that point in your life when that one thing that bothers you begins screaming in your ear? It's not as if it's been silent all along, but you've just conveniently muffled the sound until one day at some odd hour of the afternoon you suddenly realize that your life has become that problem! I've reached the point where I cannot see someone without first thinking that they would be thinking how terribly overweight I've become. To compound on that, I tend to avoid people I've known for a long time and places I used to normally go because I just hate to be seen like this. This is the moment of no return, the realization that complaining about it is just the tip of the iceberg of emotional damage being done and now... I can't ignore it. Walking around feeling constantly ashamed of oneself is akin to twisting a dagger slowly into the gut.