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[February, 1989] I Heart V.C. Andrews and Corey Haim


Dear Journal,

A few days ago I saw the movie Beaches with Rose and it was the best. My favorite movies are: Flowers in the Attic, Beaches, Big and License to Drive.

[Written in the margin:] I ♥ COREY Haim

reversal of fortunes and family secrets galore!

Reversal of fortunes and family secrets galore!

How I wish I made a list of favorite movies like this every year while growing up. And books, at the top of which would have also been Flowers in the Attic (even though it was adapted into a sub-par movie, I still enjoyed it).

Reading V.C. Andrews novels was a rite of passage for young girls in the 1980’s (and maybe beyond?). The first time I came across these books I was nine and overheard a couple of girls talking about the plot of one of the sequels to Flowers in the Attic– either Petals on the Wind or If There be Thorns (gotta love the melodramatic garden-themed titles). When I expressed curiosity about the story, they said I was too young for those books. Which of course led me to seek out all of Andrews’ novels during my next library visit.

The books of V.C. Andrews have a haunting charm but also a creepiness in their themes. There’s usually a rags-to-riches story chock full of dark family secrets (rape, torture, murder, you name it). Then there is often some incest thrown in for good measure. Sometimes it’s unintentional, like cousins falling in love who don’t realize they’re related until one of the aforementioned family secrets is exposed. Sometimes it’s a flat out we’re-related-but-I-have-the-hots-for-you-anyway thing.

All the sex, murder, and mayhem chronicled in these books was probably not appropriate for young girls, and yet I can’t think of anyone who read the novels beyond their early teens. Flowers in the Attic is something of a coming-of-age guilty pleasure classic. The plot revolves around four siblings who are hidden away in their wealthy grandmother’s enormous attic for several years. There’s something fascinating and oddly romantic about their imprisonment, the way they cope with being locked up, and (spoiler alert) the way they ultimately escape. I always wanted to play around in an attic full of trunks containing old clothes and other antique accouterments (though not as much as I wanted to be a Goonie and hunt for buried treasure).

stay off the drugs, kids

stay off the drugs, kids

As for Corey Haim, what can I say… the eleven-year-old heart wants what it wants. After being thoroughly charmed by the him in The Lost Boys and License to Drive I developed a massive crush on the young actor. While his wise-cracking best friend Corey Feldman was arguably funnier, I found his habit of dressing like Michael Jackson bizarre and did not find him cute at all. My heart belonged to one Corey only and his name was Haim. This childhood obsession devotion led me to wallpaper a wall of my room with dozens of pictures of the teen heart-throb with carefully-torn pages from Tiger Beat, Bop, and other magazines dedicated to the worship of pretty young pop culture icons.

One of the things I loved best about Corey was his penchant for changing hair colors (a habit I would pick up within the next few years). In one photo he might have gelled back brown hair; in another he’d be edgier with black spiky hair; in yet another picture the hair would be red and artfully coiffed. The colors changed but the presence of copious amounts of hair product was a common thread. As we know, in the 198o’s cool hair equaled BIG hair, and Haim’s tresses defied gravity with the best of them. Oh, and his acting wasn’t bad either.

It wouldn’t be long before rumors of Corey Haim’s drug use started floating around. I wrote him a fan letter telling him that I was concerned about these rumors, and that my love would help him through any dark days, but he either did not read my letter or chose to ignore it. In later years, his addiction would lead to him selling his hair and teeth on eBay which I frankly still can’t bear to think about.

Instead, let’s focus on early 1989, when my wall of Corey was still glossy and my innocence was being only mildly tarnished by reading books I shouldn’t have been reading. It was a simpler time, a happier time.

  1. October 5, 2009 at 11:41 pm

    I think I might’ve read Flowers in the Attic (though I know I saw the movie), but I DISTINCTLY remember reading another V.C. Andrews series…The Castille Family series…I forget the titles of the books, but I remember them being full of sex, most of which was incest. My friend on my block a couple year older than me lent them to me and I made sure to keep them well-hidden from my parents. Rite of passage indeed!!

    • damiella
      October 6, 2009 at 3:42 pm

      Yes, I read the Casteel series, too (Heaven, Dark Angel, etc.). I remember staring at those spooky covers for ages. I wish I could speed read them now, just for nostalgia’s sake.

  2. Francie
    March 10, 2010 at 5:45 pm

    I read a ton of the V.C. Andrews series too! The ones with garden titles, the ones with jewel titles, and the ones with time-of-day titles! I devoured them. I think my parents loved that I read voraciously so they didn’t pay close attention to what I was reading. The books were VERY dark! I must say, though: I HATED the Flowers in the Attic movie. Too scary.

    • damiella
      March 10, 2010 at 8:31 pm

      Hahaha, my parents were the same way! Mom also got the author names confused and would tell her coworkers that I read all of Danielle Steele’s novels, which oddly didn’t raise an eyebrow but merely impressed them that a kid was reading such grown-up books. I kept correcting Mom, letting her know my trashy author of choice was V.C. Andrews (and also Sydney Sheldon, I read just about every one of his books before hitting puberty).

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