Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1)

by V.C. Andrews

Chistopher

SP!

“if you’re going to make the attic pretty, first you must make it clean. And I’ll do what I can to help.”

Should this not have been a concern for you before the kids wanted to make it pretty? You’re clearly aware that the attic is a filthy place for your kids to be living in so why only now that you’ve decided that this might be a good activity for them to dom should this not have been an activity you encouraged sooner given the fact that you knew your kids were going to be living here longterm because you had never any intention of telling your father about them. Mother of the year over here…

“How many words can you type per minute now, Momma?” “I’m getting better.” “How much better?” “I’m doing the best I can, really, Cathy—I told you the keyboard doesn’t have any letters.”

I think I’m getting as annoyed as Cathy because its glaringly obvious her mum is not going to school, not doing anything to get these kids out of the attic, I’m about to throw hands

My anguish was always like a mountain of rage.

Same

Asleep you

don’t feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don’t care about anything.