I feel I should warn you right now: if you love these books unconditionally, this blog is probably going to disappoint or upset you. Here at the VCABlogorama, our love for the works of V.C. Andrews is as conditional as it is genuine, and we do a lot of snarking and criticizing. The lesson of V.C. Andrews' novels is that people sometimes do terrible things out of love. We snark because we love. And hey! At least I'm not poisoning anyone's doughnuts!*
But to serious matters.
This section is a little . . . rapey. I dare say this is about as rapey as these books get, at least until we get to My Sweet Audrina (where I advise you to slip on some hip-waders because we're going to be wallowing in it). It is almost impossible to get through this section without devolving into babbling Lovecraftian incoherence about how rape is portrayed in this section. Therefore, trigger warning:
|You have been warned by Trigger!|