Five Years! Five Years!

I just wanted to take a moment on this, the FIFTH ANNIVERSARY of my very first recap post* to say a huge, giant, incredible THANK YOU to each and every one of y’all. When I started writing this blog, I had no idea if anyone past the friends I needled would ever read this, and…


I know, I know, I know. I’m working on it! I have a migraine, which is impeding most everything, and I suspect that when I wake up tomorrow, it will in fact be Saturday or next year or something. I look forward to it!

A note

Hey readers, A new post is coming next week, I swear. I have company right now and somehow they want me to hang out with them instead of the Adares. See you then!


Hello readers, my readers. Just jumping in to assure you the madness shall continue, and shortly. I have not abandoned you or our littlest heroine. Never you fear, Arden Lowe will be with you shortly. Until later, bbs! Try to remember what time/day/month/year it is.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and all other Holiday Wishes from …in the Attic!! May your day be filled with presents and food and cheer, and few (if any) traumatizing familial experiences. And remember: no matter how much eggnog you’ve had, he is still your brother.

Let the great experiment begin!

V.C. Andrews novels are one of the great guilty pleasures of life. They combine so many delightful features of other guilty pleasures! Like romance novels, they’re formulaic. Like bad thriller novels, they’re filled with lame psychology and “life-threatening” situations. Like bad slash fiction, everyone sleeps with everyone, regardless of relationship. You get ethnic stereotypes, classism,…