When I was a kid I read every VC Andrews book I could get my hands on. So creepy! So scandalous! I read this one way back when and decided to reread it for fun, to see if I enjoy it now as much as I did then. And you know what? I did. What a great guilty pleasure! V.C. Andrews was not really a great writer or an artist, but I can't put her books down regardless.

I had never read anything by Cat Marnell before this book, but I knew before I got it that it was going to be an addiction memoir. Which it is. The author uses way more exclamation points than I am accustomed to, and I found it hard to relate to her even though I have issues of my own. But overall, it is a decent read.