Megan, our friend and fellow V.C. Andrews fan from …in the Attic wrote a recap of Lifetime TV’s Petals on the Wind and shared it with us. When I reviewed Flowers in the Attic, I was so disappointed that I didn’t get to write about blood drinking. Well, this time I get to write about […]
Everyone grab the good wine in a box, we’ll be starting a liveblog on Lifetime’s interpretation of V.C. Andrews’ Petals on the Wind in just a short while.
Sally Draper is growing up, on Lifetime TV. Meet us right here at 8pm, when the magic starts happening.
Everyone grab your drinks and snacks, and fire up the Netflix Instant, if you’ve got it. The liveblog will start in just a few moments. Edit: It’s all below! We’ll be back at 8p, EST for the Lifetime liveblog!
The message of V.C. Andrews’ frequently dog-eared, salacious classic, Flowers in the Attic, is clear. Never lock your conceived-in-incest, teenage children in an attic. No good will come of it. Note: this post talks about about physical abuse and incest within the context of the novel.
Word of some remakes causes me to rend my garments and shake my balled fists at the sky in betrayal. Lifetime’s Flowers in the Attic remake? Bring me all the box wine, the remote, and some powdered sugar doughnuts, please.
Good afternoon! It’s chilly out; let’s all stay in with some cocoa and a Netflix marathon. I’ll bring the marshmallows and the peppermint bark.
It’s Friday! Let’s talk about two of our favorite things for today’s lunchtime poll.
Oh, you know what I’m talking about. Read on for some reminiscing about some sneaky reads. I read most of these in middle school.
Veronica, puking out the side of her car, upon realization that if Jake Kane is her father than her ex-boyfriend is her half-brother. How’s that for a compelling show opener? Too bad the Mystery of the Week this week isn’t as provocative. And even the Lilly Kane/Who’s Your Daddy mystery is a little slow-burning in […]
As an avid book reader who was taught to enjoy the classics, I used to feel squirmy about enjoying books that weren’t “literary.” You know what I’m talking about. I see you, over there, trying to hide your Nora Roberts and your John Grisham and your well-worn copy of “Flowers in the Attic” (hey, that […]