My friend, Mary, gave me a huge bag of books that she had already read. I happily accept all books, as most of you know.
It was mostly Nora Roberts, whose books I love, a James Patterson, and one V.C. Andrews.
I read all of the original books when I was in junior high, because that was the thing to do, but once the lady died, I didn't read the ghost written books, which make up the bulk of her writing.
What was the first book I picked up from this pile of books?
The damn V.C. Andrews book, Heavenstone Secrets.
If I were V.C. Andrews I would haunt my family and that ghostwriter until they stopped. Yes, her books were creepy. Yes, they were filled with incest, but they were all well written and you really wanted to keep on reading.
This is garbage.
Yet I'm halfway through and I must finish it. And like The Twilight Saga, I will have to read the next book, because I'm crazy like that. I can only hope I find Secret Whispers in a Goodwill Store or some discounted book place!
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