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.
Through the magic of Netflix I recently watched all four seasons of the late-’80s yuppie classic thirtysomething. I live in Canada where the Netflix Instant selection is sparse, so I was surprised to see all four seasons of thirtysomething, which were only released on DVD over the course of the last couple of years. I […]