I might have been book obsessed as a kid, but I completely missed the whole thing with Flowers in the Attic, back in the day. (I also missed out on The Great Gatsby, but that’s another thing altogether.) Having leafed though the first few chapters (and then gone on to wikipedia to avoid slogging though the whole thing), I can only say thank god for small favors. *This* was ok for 15 year olds, but I was the weird one ’cause I was reading bodice rippers? (and getting them confiscated regularly)
Oh, wait – my bodice rippers had half nekkid women on the front cover. The gothic incesty craziness had downright prim cover art, and so passed the adult sniff test. Gotta love it.