Upshot is that there were three major reasons the blog went on hiatus. One was the tornado. Not only did I lose access to my notes and computer for about a month's time, Your Humble Annotator kind of had more of a breakdown than she wanted to. I really couldn't write anything for a while after that. I was completely out of funny.
Two was my school work, plus the addition of a new job, which made more of a strain on my time than anticipated. At least I was writing again, but my writing involved the influence of blackface minstrelsy on the commercialization of early jazz records and the patterns of reversals of fortune versus morality in Defoe's Moll Flanders. Again, not much funny to be had there.
The third problem: I, um, don't actually own the books.
I had in my possession three VCA books: Flowers in the Attic, Heaven, and My Sweet Audrina. The rest of the series came in the form of an enormous, dubiously legal PDF of the Complete Works of V.C. Andrews, which had an alarming tendency to veer off into Cyrillic characters. By the time I broke off the recapping, I was not so much reading as translating, piecing together sentences that were, at best, two-thirds English. It was tedious and frustrating and may be the reason why the first second of the Petals recap had that feeling of being rushed.
So this is where I was last week, when I finally heeded my elderly mother's call to visit her. She had just had a largely unsuccessful yard sale. What she really wanted, of course, was for me to take some of this junk off her hands before she called the Salvation Army for the rest of it. I ended up digging through ancient and disintegrating Avon boxes (remember those?), trying to hunt down my first-generation My Little Ponies so that I could show my Brony husband what his fandom evolved from.
Then I came to a dead halt.
In another Avon box, tucked way in the back of a closet so that they would not leak their scent of shame on the rest of the items, I found these:
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There's a few pretty major omissions in this set: I'm missing the final FitA book, Garden of Shadows, for one, which is sad because not only do I think that book may well be the final one touched by the pen of V.C. herself, I actually thought it was pretty okay. Also missing is Dark Angel, the second book of the Casteel series, which features an extensive foray into one of finest Andrews tropes, the Boarding School from Hell. Hidden by the unavoidable glare (it's a really foil-laiden cover) is Rain, in which we are treated to the Tragic Mulatto of the Andrews world, since they were running out of offensive stereotypes by that point. Seriously, there are series here that I was only marginally aware existed (who the fuck are the DeBeers?) I do, however, now own all the Landry series, which I originally was not going to even touch, but they are stuffed with such wacky twin-swapping shenanigans that I am nearly convinced they are genius on a level too high for me to comprehend.
I also somehow ended up with two Audrinas. JUST LIKE IN THE BOOK!
Basically, I now I have no excuses. I have to finish this thing. You can thank my mother. Actually you can thank her by taking some yard-sale goods off her hands. She's got a pretty cool vintage console TV for only $25, if anyone's interested.