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Chris slid over to the window and tried to force it open to throw out the sodden paper napkins. The window refused to budge no matter how hard he pushed and shoved. Carrie began to cry.
Will they put us in jail now? Just try to hang on until then. If we get off now we'll lose the money we've paid for our tickets, and we don't have much money to waste. I felt her forehead and it was clammy, and now her face wasn't just pale, but white!
Like Cory's before he had died. I prayed that just once God would have some mercy on us. Hadn't we endured enough? Did it have to go on and on?
While I hesitated with the squeamish desire to vomit myself, Carrie let go again. I couldn't believe she had anything left. I sagged against Chris while Carrie went limp in his arms and looked heartbreakingly near unconsciousness. This was when a mean, heartless passenger really began to complain, and loudly, so the compassionate ones looked embarrassed and undecided as to what to do to help us.
Chris's eyes met mine. He asked a mute question -- what were we to do next? I was beginning to panic. Then, down the aisle, swaying from side to side as she advanced toward us, came that huge black woman smiling at us reassuringly. She had paper bags with her which she held for me to drop the smelly napkins in. With gestures but no words she patted my shoulder, chucked Carrie under the chin and then handed me a handful of rags taken from one of her bundles.
She took the rags and stuffed them in the bag, then stood back as if to protect us. Full of gratitude, I smiled at the very, very fat woman who filled the aisle with her brilliantly gowned body. She winked, then smiled back. She put her large black hand to Carrie's clammy brow, then put her fingers to her pulse. She made some gestures with her hands which puzzled me, but Chris said, "She must not be able to talk, Cathy. Those are the signs deaf people make. She frowned, then whipped from a dress pocket beneath a heavy red sweater she wore a pad of multicolored sheets of notepaper and very swiftly she wrote a note which she handed to me.
My name Henrietta Beech, she'd written, Can hear, but no talk. Little girl is very, very sick and need good doctor.
I read this, then looked at her hoping she'd have more information. She nodded vigorously, then quickly dashed off another green note. Your good fortune I be on your bus, and can take you to my own doctor-son who is very best doctor. Damned if I paid my good money to ride on a stinking bus! In the mirror our eyes met. He lamely called to me. Let the week days go by just fine, then comes Sunday, damn Sundays. Again she picked up her pencil and notepad and wrote. This note she showed to me.
Okay, man in driver's seat who hates Sundays. Keep on ignoring little sick girl, and her parents will sue big shot bus owners for two million! No sooner had Chris had the chance to skim this note than she was waddling up the aisle and she pushed the note into the driver's face. Impatiently he shoved it away, but she thrust it forward again, and this time he made an attempt to read it while keeping one eye on the traffic.
Once again she had to write a note, and whatever she wrote in that one soon had him turning the bus off the wide highway onto a side road that led into a city named Clairmont.
Henrietta Beech stayed with the driver, obviously giving him instructions, but she took the time to look back at us and shine on us a brilliant smile, assuring us that everything would be just fine. Soon we were rolling along quiet, wide streets with trees that arched gracefully overhead. The houses I stared at were large, aristocratic, with verandas and towering cupolas.
Though in the mountains of Virginia it had already snowed once or twice, autumn had not yet laid a frosty hand here. The maples, beeches, oaks and magnolias still held most of their summer leaves, and a few flowers still bloomed.
The bus driver didn't think Henrietta Beech was directing him right, and to be honest I didn't think she was either. Really, they didn't put medical buildings on this kind of residential street.
But just as I was beginning to get worried, the bus jerked to a sudden halt in front of a big white house perched on a low, gentle hill and surrounded by spacious lawns and flower beds. I slung Cory's guitar and banjo over my shoulders, as Chris very gently, and with a great deal of tenderness, lifted Carrie in his arms.
Like a fat mother hen, Henrietta Beech hustled us up the long brick walk to the front veranda and there I hesitated, staring at the house, the double black doors. This was obviously a doctor who had offices in his own home.
Our two suitcases were left back in the shade near the concrete sidewalk while I scanned the veranda to spy a man sleeping in a white wicker chair. Our good Samaritan approached him with a wide smile before she gently touched him on the arm, and when he still slept on she gestured for us to advance and speak for ourselves.
Next she pointed to the house, and made signals to indicate she had to get inside and prepare a meal for us to eat.
I wished she'd stayed to introduce us, to explain why we were on his porch on Sunday. Even as Chris and I stole on cautious pussywillow feet toward him, even as I filled with fear I was sniffing the air filled with the scent of roses and feeling that I'd been here before and knew this place. This fresh air perfumed with roses was not the kind of air I'd grown to expect as the kind deemed worthy for such as me. He was a large man wearing a pale gray suit with a white carnation in his buttonhole.
His long legs were stretched out and lifted to the top of the balustrade.
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He looked rather elegant, even sprawled out as he was with his hands dangling over the arms of the chair. He appeared so comfortable it seemed a terrible pity to awaken him and put him back on duty.
Paul Sheffield? Carrie lay in his arms with her neck arched backwards, her eyes closed and her long golden hair waving in the soft, warm breezes.
Reluctantly the doctor came awake. He stared at us long moments, as if disbelieving his eyes. I knew we looked strange in our many layers of clothing. He shook his head as if trying to focus his eyes, and such beautiful hazel eyes they were, bejeweled with flecks of blue, green and gold on soft brown.
Those remarkable eyes drank me in, then swallowed me down. He appeared dazzled, slightly drunk, and much too sleepy to put on his customary professional mask that would keep him from darting his eyes from my face to my breasts, then to my legs before he scanned slowly upward. And again he was hypnotized by my face, my hair. It was hair that was far too long, I knew that, and it was clumsily cut on top, and too pale and fragile on the ends.
Sheffield," he finally said, now turning his attention to Chris and Carrie. Surprisingly graceful and quick, he lifted his legs from the railing, rose to his feet to tower above us, ran long fingers through the mop of his dark hair, and then stepped closer to peer down into Carrie's small, white face.
He parted her closed lids with forefinger and thumb and looked for a moment at whatever was revealed in that blue eye. He was almost a doctor himself, he'd studied so much while we were locked away upstairs. There was a lady on the bus named Henrietta Beech, and she brought us here to you. Beech was his housekeeper-cook. He then led us to the door for patients only, and into a section of the house with two small examination rooms and an office, all while apologizing for not having his usual nurse available.
While I set about doing this, Chris dashed back to the sidewalk to fetch our suitcases. Full of a thousand anxieties, Chris and I backed up against a wall and watched as the doctor checked Carrie's blood pressure, her pulse, her temperature and listened to her heart, front and back.
By this time Carrie had come around so he could request her to cough.
All I could do was wonder why everything bad had happened to us. Why was fate so persistently against us? Were we as evil as the grandmother had said? Did Carrie have to die too? Sheffield pleasantly after I had dressed her again, "we're going to leave you in this room for a while so you can rest. We'll be right down the hall in my office. I know that table isn't too soft, but do try and sleep while I talk to your brother and sister.
A few minutes later Dr. Sheffield was seated behind his big impressive desk with his elbows on the blotter pad, and that's when he began to speak earnestly and with some concern. Don't be afraid you're depriving me of Sunday fun and games, for I don't do much of that. I'm a widower, and Sunday for me is no different than any other day He could say that, but he looked tired, as if he worked too many long hours. I perched uneasily on the soft brown leather sofa, close by Chris. The sunlight filtering through the windows fell directly on our faces while the doctor was in the shadows.
My clothes felt damp and miserable, and suddenly I remembered why. Quickly I stood to unzip and remove my filthy outer skirt. I felt quite pleased to see the doctor start in surprise. Since he'd left the room when I undressed Carrie, he didn't realize that I had two dresses on underneath.
When I sat again next to Chris, I wore only one dress of blue, princess styled, and it was flattering and unsoiled. But I knew about doctors, from him mostly. That doctor behind the desk could be trusted -- it was in his eyes. We could tell him anything, everything. And just what are you running from? Parents who offended you by denying you some privileges?
So we'll talk about Carrie. But that little girl is very, very ill. If this weren't Sunday, I'd admit her to a hospital today for further tests I can't make here. I suggest you contact your parents immediately. We can pay our own way. Again we were stunned. Dear God! Our stolen cache of money wouldn't even pay for one week, much less two. My eyes clashed with the appalled look in Chris's blue eyes.
What would we do now? We couldn't pay that much. The doctor easily read our situation. Now, tell us what you suspect is wrong with our sister, and what you can do to make her well again. First you have to answer a few questions. Let's stop being suspicious of one another. I'm a doctor, and anything you confide to me will remain in my confidence. You have to give me the truth, or else you're wasting my time and risking Carrie's life.
I felt Chris shudder, so I shuddered too. We were so scared, so damned scared to speak the full truth -- for who would believe? We'd trusted those who were supposedly honorable before so how could we trust again? And yet, that man behind the desk Tell me what all three of you ate last. We all ate the same thing, hot dogs with everything, french fries dipped in catsup, and then chocolate milkshakes. Carrie ate only a little of her meal. She's very picky about food under the best of circumstances.
I'd say she's never really had a healthy appetite. And only Carrie was nauseated? Only Carrie. It's worried me a lot; her attacks seem to be growing more violent as they come more often. He would protect our mother even now, after all she'd done. Maybe it was my expression that betrayed Chris and made the doctor lean my way, as if he knew he'd hear a more complete story from me. If Carrie hurts inside, I can't look inside to see where it is -- she has to tell me, or you have to tell me.
I need information to work with -- full information. Already I know Carrie is malnourished, underexercised and underdeveloped for her age. I see that all three of you have enlarged pupils. I see you are all pale, thin and weak looking. Nor can I understand why you hesitate about money when you wear watches that look quite expensive, and someone has chosen your clothes with taste and considerable cost -- though why they fit so poorly is beyond my speculations.
You sit there with gold and diamond watches, wearing rich clothes and shoddy sneakers, and tell me half-truths. So now I'm going to tell you a few full truths! And because she is anemic she is susceptible to myriad infections. Her blood pressure is dangerously low.
And there is some elusive factor I can't put my finger on. So, tomorrow Carrie will be admitted to a hospital, whether or not you call your parents, and you can hock those wristwatches to pay for her life. I thought bitterly, don't worry, I'll protect our precious mother as much as I can! I think Chris understood, for tears came to his eyes. Oh, how much that woman had done to hurt him, hurt all of us, and he could still cry for her sake.
His tears put tears in my heart too, not for her, but for him, who'd loved her so well, and for me who loved him so well, and tears for all we'd shared and suffered He nodded, as if saying okay, go ahead, and then I began to tell what must have seemed to the doctor an incredible tale.
At first I could tell he thought I was lying, or at least exaggerating. Why was that when every day the newspapers told terrible tales of what loving, caring parents did to their children? And so, after Daddy was in that fatal accident, Momma came and told us she was deeply in debt, and she had no way to earn a living for the five of us.
Petals on the Wind
She began writing letters to her parents in Virginia. At first they didn't reply, but then one day a letter came. She told us her parents lived in a fine, rich house in Virginia and were fabulously wealthy, but because she had married her half-uncle she'd been disinherited. Now we were going to lose everything we owned. We had to leave our bicycles in the garage, and she didn't even give us time to say good-bye to our friends, and that very evening we set off on a train headed for the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Our mother told us we'd have to hide away until she could win back his affections. Momma said one night only, or maybe two or three, then we could go downstairs and meet her father. He was dying of heart disease and never climbed the stairs so we were safe enough up there as long as we didn't make much noise. The grandmother gave us the attic to play in. It was huge -- and dirty, and full of spiders, mice and insects.
And that's where we played and tried to make the best of it until Momma won back her father's good will and we could go down and begin to enjoy living like rich children. But soon enough we found out that our grandfather was never going to forgive our mother for marrying his half-brother and we were going to remain 'Devil's issue.
She gave us a long list of what we could do and what we couldn't do. We were never to look out of the front windows, or even open the heavy draperies to let in some light. Never any desserts, for they would rot our teeth and we couldn't go to a dentist. Of course, when our birthdays came around, Momma would sneak us up ice cream and a bakery cake, and plenty of presents.
Oh, you bet she bought us everything to make up for what she was doing to us -- as if books and games and toys could ever make up for all we were losing -- our health, our belief in ourselves.
Aug 15, Neva rated it it was amazing. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Hey, guess what? Flowers in the Attic was only the beginning of this sordid tale! We now follow Cathy to South Carolina with her gross brother and little sister who didn't die of arsenic poisoning almost did though. They get taken in by a doctor and his sassy housekeeper. Seems harmless enough, right?
Oh, how quickly we forget. Cathy ends up sleeping with the doctor who's like 40 years older than her and then running away to become a ballerina.
Oh, and remember that magical romance with her brother? It continues. She also finds her crazy mom and sleeps with her mom's new husband, beats her grandmother, then sets their house on fire.
Ahh, young love. View all 22 comments. My summary of this book is: WTF, Cathy?! View all 12 comments. Sep 05, James rated it really liked it Shelves: Book Review 4 of 5 stars to Petals on the Wind , the 2nd novel in the "Dollanganger" series written in by V. It all started with the attic in the first book, but it set a series of event that would have disastrous impacts for years to come.
When you finished the first book, you thought there couldn't be anything more shocking in this family than two cousins falling in love and having children. You also thought there couldn't be a meaner mother or grandmother. But then Now, two of the children, brother and sister, fall in love and have an intimate relationship. But it doesn't stop there There are so many crazy story lines between each of these people, you never quite know where it will go.
VC Andrews excels at creating family drama. And I fell for it. Though Flowers in the Attic, the first in the series, is first in my heart You'll still be hooked Keep with the series at this point. It's definitely worth seeing the impact they attic had on the Dollanganger kids. About Me For those new to me or my reviews I read A LOT.
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Many thanks to their original creators. View all 13 comments. This was the worst best. This was a clusterfuck. It's like the most dramatic and ridiculous soap opera ever created. It's truly amazing how much fuckery is in this book. I just. I can't even explain all the crazy.
It's addictive. I could barely put it down. However it was a lot slower, longer and didn't have the crazy sexual tension like the first one.
Cathy is very free with her love in this. Are you a male? She's in love with you, then. Are you a male that treats her like garbage? You're top of This was the worst best. You're top of her list. Are you a male that has something to do with her mother? Look out, she's view spoiler [going to seduce you and then have your baby as a way to get back at her mother Y u do dis?!
Bitch is unstable. You know something is really fucked up, when you are rooting for the brother and sister to end up together, right? Having said that, I know it's wrong, but the way that Chris loves Cathy is creeptastic and I loved every creepy declaration of his undying love.
Creepers forever! This was great. Fucked up. But great. Onto the next one, I can't wait to see what the fuck happens next. View all 20 comments. Jul 07, Fabian rated it it was amazing. What an outstanding sequel this is! But of course, our heroine is plagued by hatred for her wretched mother and here is a prime moralistic example of why grudges are destructive and so very anti-life. And not only that, but the revenge aspect in "Petals" is the true ghost in this "horror"ish dish, made all the more delicious by an outstanding write What an outstanding sequel this is!
And not only that, but the revenge aspect in "Petals" is the true ghost in this "horror"ish dish, made all the more delicious by an outstanding writer who is actually immortal, by the way.
Frankly, this is one of the kitschiest books I've ever read more so than the first book, even more than, say, "Valley of the Dolls". I loved it, it was a great companion for one mega long car ride, it is a well-deserved buffet of nastiness. Is it that bad to place this in my Essentials List? It probably is Here's to part three! View all 8 comments. Feb 09, Matt rated it really liked it Shelves: After a memorable first novel in the series, I found myself wanting to know more about these Dollangangers, particularly after they escaped their prison-like situation in the attic.
Fuelled with anger, determination, and hopes of rectifying all the wrongs done to them by a sadistic grandmother and a greedy mother, the children flee for safer environs as they plot their revenge. After escaping from the attic, Chris, Cathy, and Carrie find themselves heading South, in hopes of making it to Florida After a memorable first novel in the series, I found myself wanting to know more about these Dollangangers, particularly after they escaped their prison-like situation in the attic.
After escaping from the attic, Chris, Cathy, and Carrie find themselves heading South, in hopes of making it to Florida. However, a medical emergency stops their progress, as Carrie is showing signs of something.
Locating Dr. With nowhere to go, the children tell their story to Paul, who takes them in and shares his own truths. He is a widower and lost a son years ago, but would gladly help support and protect these three. As the story progresses, all three have their lives changed with proper education and strive for their dreams. Chris speeds through school and attends college before entering medical school, Cathy is able to study ballet at one of the great schools in the region before moving to New York to pursue her passion full-time, while Carrie stays close to home and develops a strong connection with her new father.
Chris and Cathy still have that connection to one another, seeing themselves not only as the two older siblings, but passionately involved as they came to understand love on a deeper level, which led to exploring it with each other. Cathy now finds herself also drawn to Paul, who offers her the world and himself, if only she will submit to his sexual advances. In a fit of confusion, Cathy chooses Julian and enters into a dictatorial relationship, all while still trying to be a dancer.
Carrie, on the other hand, is trying to fit in, having been incapacitated by a small stature and poor development. While Carrie is determined that she will love only him forever more, their relationship does not enter the sexual realm.
As Chris continues his studies, he is determined that he and his closest sister belong together, particularly when he can protect her from the evils of the world.
Even as Cathy admits that she is pregnant, Chris seeks to forget the abusive husband she left in her past and will make the most of ensuring this baby has all it needs to survive. With revenge still on their minds, Chris, Cathy, and Carrie plot to find their beloved mother and grandmother, vowing to bring them what they have coming, no matter what it takes.
Andrews pushes the envelope even further, it becomes clear that scandal and non-traditional love will be a major theme as the series continues. While I am not sure I can recommend the series to any particular group, those readers with an open mind may find something interesting in the layers of scandal that occur throughout.
While the opening novel in the series, Flowers in the Attic , was one I recently read for a reading challenge see below , I found myself curious to see how the story would continue. Able to justify my curiosity by also being able to use this book for another topic in the same challenge, I thought I might as well dip my toe into the water just a little more to see what those Dollangangers were doing and how revenge might be accomplished.
I will admit that with Cathy in the spot of narrator, she presents as the primary protagonist in this piece. Her character development is ongoing and quite thorough, particularly as the reader receives insights into her thoughts and feelings. Andrews weaves many of these sexual relationships together and Cathy justifies them all as having been emotionally and physically starved while locked in the attic.
What might shock readers most is that there is but minuscule hesitation when entering these sexual encounters, as if life in the attic allows one to ignore the red flags. A deny this, as it has become clear that Cathy uses sex and allure as a weapon, even if she seeks it as a crutch. Still, like a car wreck, it is sometimes hard to turn away as I wonder what the hell V.
Andrews will do next. I am no Freud, so I choose not to analyse her writing for signs of anything buried in her psyche, but this is surely not a normal series, which has caused a great deal of controversy over the years.
Books like this show how far authors can go while still garnering the interest of the reader. I will admit to being curious about where things will go, like a bad guilty pleasure. I will be the first to admit that I am not sticking around simply to read about salacious sibling sexual seduction! Kudos, Madam Andrews, for an ever-intriguing story that has me scratching my head. I can see where the buzz came from and can only imagine what teenagers would say nowadays if they got their hands on this series.
This book fulfils Topic 4: An ever-growing collection of others appears at: View all 14 comments. Jun 21, Cassy rated it really liked it Shelves: I cringe to think how much V. Andrews I read in middle school. And honestly, once you have read one of her series, you have read them all. Mix together incest, rape, car accident, evil grandmother, dismissive mother, missing father. And voila!
You have her latest series. That was my disclaimer. Here is my confession. I love this particular book. I thought the initial book in the series, Flowers in the Attic was good. The subsequent books and prequels were horrible. But this book was written for I cringe to think how much V.
But this book was written for me — possibly because I was a ballerina like Cathy. I know it's bad for me, but I keep picking it up every couple of years for some indulgent fun. No luck there! I figure if they were brave enough to confess this on national radio, I can own up to my love in an obscure online review.
Jun 05, Laura added it. I wanted to claw my eyes out while reading this book. It was so horrible, and yet I had to finish it because I can never leave a book unfinished. It was difficult and painful.
Every chapter was redundant. Cathy talks for something pages about the revenge she is going to get on her mother The revenge she fina I wanted to claw my eyes out while reading this book.
The revenge she finally does get isn't sweet at all. Suck it VC Andrews. Or better yet, suck it Catherine Dollanger for being such a poon.
And for wasting my time. View all 7 comments. Feb 12, Michelle rated it it was ok. Cathy is so terrible and manages to drag down this entire book. Almost the entire Flowers in the Attic awesomeness. Does anybody else remember her being this awful? Cathy, Chris, and Carrie do indeed escape the attic, and somehow get taken in by a kind doctor in SC and his housekeeper. Cathy, after years of studying ballet by herself, manages to get accepted by a ballet school, then a ballet company.
She's so talented and I guess we're supposed to cheer for her. Whatever, this is fine. They spend the entire book vying for her love, which she gives and takes as it suits her. Then she runs off with her ballet partner, the abusive asshole Julian.
God, Cathy, make bad decisions much? It gets worse! Seeking revenge against her mother, Cathy begins a relationship with Bart Winslow, her mother's husband, even following him to Virginia.
While this would chase off most men, Bart instead rapes her and they begin their courtship. During all of this stalking, by the way, Cathy's sister Carrie kills herself, and I partly blame Cathy for not paying enough attention to the sister she's supposed to be taking care of.
I'm pretty disgusted, but I'll give you the terrible ending. Cathy gets a dress designed so she can look just like her mother, crashes the family Christmas party where she announces to everybody what happened to her and her siblings super awkward.
A fire breaks out, killing Bart and Cathy's evil grandmother who Cathy managed to torture a few weeks before, as the grandmother is now an invalid , and sending Cathy's mother to the mental institution. Cathy ends up having Bart's child, marries Paul, who has by now suffered from several heart attacks, and then dies soon after. And finally, Cathy ends up with Chris. See how horrible Cathy is? Now I have to read the next book to see if she gets any better. Chris I absolutely loved he was strong when he needed to be but weak when it came to Cathy he loved her like no other man could, even though she was his sister I found reading this was a bit hard to read, there was no denying he loved Cathy to the bitter end but he hated what she was doing.
All the characters in this masterpiece were well written loved every one, now for the ending it was one continuous non stop thriller I couldn't stop reading was well done. The amount of Men in Cathy's life was unbelievable she certainly in my opinion like her Mother Corrine in one way but not all, if you haven't read this series yet the do you will be taken on a journey you won't forget.
View all 10 comments. Jul 26, Tia rated it did not like it Shelves: This book is the worst I've ever read - although I never read the Twilight or 50 Shades books. Still I highly recommend you read this. It's that terrible.
I found myself hysterically laughing while explaining the plot to my husband. So there's that. It's definitely entertaining.. So bad it's good. Like Showgirls! I recently re-read FitA, which is one of my favorite books of all time.
So I read this again too, for the first time sinc This book is the worst I've ever read - although I never read the Twilight or 50 Shades books. So I read this again too, for the first time since I was I remember thinking it was stupid even then, but OMG. Part of why FitA works is you sympathize with the characters. This one is all about Cathy, and she has changed. She went from an innocent girl to a nasty ho.
So she's constantly dwelling on her mom, but you don't care anymore as a reader. Also, the book is one ridiculously improbable moment after another from beginning to end! As for the incest.. It was almost understandable in FitA, but in this book it was over-the-top. And everyone behaved so dramatically..
It was almost a satire. Like VC Andrews wrote this to poke fun at herself. I wish I never read this. I really loved Cathy when she was a child, and I was glad when she escaped. Poor Carrie.
Her older sister, like a mother to her, wasn't any better for her than her birth mother had been. It just shows the grandmother was right! Cathy was destined to follow in Corrine's footsteps. Andrews original books pre-ghostwriter could do tragic like no one else. Even after taking the children out of the attic, she still retained that distinctive and haunting tone that worked in the original.
While Flowers in the Attic is the better novel, Petals on the Wind is definitely a worthy follow-up. Cathy is again the lead, bent on revenge and not letting the past go. The author doesn't shy away from the intensity of her weird romance angles either, not including just a strange incestuous bonding with a brother, but also now including much older father-figure mentor who took her and siblings in when they had nowhere else to go.
As weird as this sounds, I was rooting for Paul later; he was a fascinating character. Petals perhaps focuses too much on relationship angst and woes, not just in one man or two, but four. Things soured for me with her Julian phase - the guy was such a controlling and abusive tool.
She never sees it, either. I'm thinking VC Andrews lets that lie in there and occur without character growth because she is showing Cathy as the damaged being she is, led into vulnerable relationships that aren't always positive. How she didn't see abuse is questionable, yet combining the unstable relationship in the mystical world of ballet was a surreal treat.
I'll hold back the identity of the final guy, someone she actually loved with an intensity that defied years, since it's a small surprise twist that occurs later and ties all in the books in together. The ending with that one irritated me, though, would have been nice if it worked out differently.
Sometimes it seems VC Andrews throws some things in there just for tragedy effect, but I can see the plotting twist purpose - showing another side of the villain and the lengths she'll go to reveal evils and keep her prettier face on, but also to have Cathy go to her ultimate better half for good. Chris is still awesome, but still strange too. There comes another blow for the Dollanganger dolls, done to the point where it's almost melodramatic and too much, a little silly in its tragedy, just didn't work for me with what happens to one of them.
In a way it's a poetic tragic ending, but it's also far-fetched. We get to see the returning villains from Flowers, like the grandmother and the mother, but I won't spoil their condition or what happens. Let's just say there's a clever enough showdown, although it wasn't fully satisfying on all levels. It's interesting to read Garden of Shadows for the grandmother's viewpoint and to understand more where she's coming from, as much as in Flowers in the Attic as it is for this sequel.
By the time these relationships ended, it was downright tiring. Too much in one book. Still, they were intriguing on their own, the book has this unusual, haunting feel surrounding it, and it's unique enough that it grabs attention. Pacing may be slower due to too many relationship shifts, but so much happens in this book that I didn't feel cheated when the last page was read.
Even with flaws, it's hard to put down. These are fun drama wrecks I can't look away from. View all 9 comments. Jul 16, Cicely rated it did not like it. Mothers do not let your daughters read this book! I remember being so enthralled by it as a teen, that I just had to give it a read as an adult. What do young girls learn from this book? Well, apparently it's okay to be raped as long as you love the person raping you, or at least can live with them long enough to learn to love them.
And she has re Mothers do not let your daughters read this book! And she has relationships with all of them! Oh and if your spouse is abusive to you it's probably because you just don't love him enough. So go ahead and stick around while he cheats and hits you because hey, it's not like you deserve any better.
And whatever you do, never let go and move on from your past. Because it's just not possible to have a good future when you've had a crummy childhood. So go ahead and dwell on that for the rest of your life. Seriously, it's awful. Just awful. View all 16 comments. Mar 30, Mizuki rated it really liked it Shelves: I made a V. Andrews' meme jpg last year!
I'd just finished watching the Lifetime movie version of Petals on the Wind and I'm loving every moment of it despite the cheesiness and stuff. And I need to say it again here: Although she is such a bitch to the children! Anyway, I can't wait to get my hands on the novel! My thoughts after reading I finished reading the Chinese translation of this book yest Preview: My thoughts after reading I finished reading the Chinese translation of this book yesterday, as usually I rolled my eyes at the melodramas, the fact that everyone in the story is beautiful and every handsome guy in the story desires the heroine Cathy and the slut-shamming mostly done by the heroine , but the plot twists and the dramas really did me in!
As always I'm addicted to what Ms. Andrews had to offer. So, 4 stars. My review for Secrets of the Morning by the same author: View all 4 comments. Jul 02, Sarah rated it really liked it Shelves: May 20, Chantal rated it really liked it. After Flowers in the attic, I couldn't stop myself from reading this book. I had to read it, never knew there was a part 2 and more. I liked it, but sometimes I was disappointed. I didn't like the endless sex scenes and sex hunkering.
Not everything in life revolves around sex lol! The rest of the book was great and it had a good story. I am glad I could read after so many years. So it will get 4 points.
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I can't wait to start part 3. View 2 comments. What I liked: He had his head on straight and he knew what he wanted in life, even if his sister was what he wanted. I had sympathy for him, and for Carrie later on, but not for Cathy. Her problems were the only ones I was concerned with throughout this entire book.
I could have cared less about Cathy. I wanted to read more about her younger sister. While Cath What I liked: While Cathy has mainly emotional and mental problems from their captivity and abuse, Carrie has all of that plus physical problems.
She greatly disappointed me in this book. She was driven to do insane non-logical things all in an attempt to get back at her mother. Nothing she does in this book she does for herself. Plus, Cathy just turned into a slut in this book. Sad but true. I don't care how many people someone has sex with, that doesn't make them a "slut".
But using sex as a kind of weapon, neglecting your children in favor of getting laid Cathy was the main reason I disliked this book so much. I almost put this book down several times, and it was a miracle I made it to the end. Overall, this book was pretty disappointing after such an amazing first book in the series. You know what? I love guilty pleasure, messed up all to hell and back books as much as the next girl. Your mother locked you in an attic and now you're boning your brother?
I'm in. Flowers in the Attic wasn't necessarily a good book, but it was interesting. Things happened. People died. Unfortunate sex was had. I was entertained. I just finished Petals on the Wind and the only thing I can think is: I wasted days on this and nope. Cathy has to be the single most unbearable fictional cha You know what? Cathy has to be the single most unbearable fictional character I have ever had the misfortune of reading.
And I've read three books filled with Peeta Mellark so that's saying a lot. This book isn't about her scars from being locked up in the attic or how it's really ruined her life. It's about her banging as many horrible men as possible.
Which, like, okay girl, do you. But if a guy tells you that he repeatedly raped his wife until she killed herself that's probably quite literally the last person you wanna hop into bed with. You are better off nailing your brother at this point.
Other than sleeping with everyone she possibly could, this entire book is just repetitions of one thing.
Petals on the Wind by V.C. Andrews
Cathy curses her mother, stalks her through newspapers, does some ballet, acts like a total jackass, and then cries a lot. There's none of the drama and fascinating horror you feel in the first book. There's nothing but a lot of racism and constant rape and Cathy making you hate her more than you ever thought possible.
By the end, I wanted to lock the bitch in an attic myself. So yeah. Just go ahead and pass this one on by. View all 5 comments. May 14, Evie rated it it was amazing Shelves: The Times Magazine called Petals on the Wind "an artfully twisted modern fairytale" and it's hard to disagree with that statement.
Dark, shocking and spellbinding, it's a fabulous tale of forbidden love, lust, abandonment, abuse and revenge - the last one being the leading theme of this volume of Dollanganger series. I won't even try to deny it, I'm completely addicted to this insane little saga! How exuberantly alive we should have felt to be freed, at las The Times Magazine called Petals on the Wind "an artfully twisted modern fairytale" and it's hard to disagree with that statement.
How exuberantly alive we should have felt to be freed, at last, from such a grim, lonely and stifling place. How pitifully delighted we should have been to be riding on a bus that rumbled slowly southward.
But if we felt joy, we didn't show it. We sat, all three, pale, silent, staring out the windows, very frightened by all we saw. Their freedom tastes bitter, though, as their lives have been irrevocably altered by the unspeakable cruelty and hatred with which they've been treated by their own family members. And that's not something you can just forgive and forget.
Not something you can easily move away from We meet them again as they're travelling on a Florida-bound bus, determined to start afresh some place better. Before they can get to Florida, though, Carrie falls very ill. Suffering from arsenic poisoning, she begins vomiting and eventually passes out, and the older siblings are forced to get off the bus and seek help for her. Luckily, a kind, mute maid comes to their aid, leading them to her employer, doctor Sheffield.
Paul Sheffield, a lonely year-old widower, takes them in and offers them shelter, education and parental guidance. His house becomes their new home and for the first time since being locked in the attic, they have a chance at a normal life. As it turns out, though, you can take the kids out of the attic, but you can't take the attic out of the kids.. All three Dollanganger kids are plagued by the attic-inspired nightmares and they are struggling to move on.
Cathy is obsessed with revenge. Chris is obsessed with Cathy. And Carrie, poor little Carrie, is deformed, weak and broken inside. Can the "legacy of evil" and the long years of abuse ever be overcome? Or is there no going back after all that happened? The year was , and it was November. I wanted everything, needed everything, and I was so terribly afraid I'd never in all my life find enough to make up for what I had already lost.Why was that when every day the newspapers told terrible tales of what loving, caring parents did to their children?
She greatly disappointed me in this book. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. The way V. You have to give me the truth, or else you're wasting my time and risking Carrie's life.
She's very picky about food under the best of circumstances. Not something you can easily move away from Was ever a word more wonderful than that one? There was a lady on the bus named Henrietta Beech, and she brought us here to you.