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- Saturday I spent with the creative team for a podcast I'm working on, going over the scripts. This is not a paying project, but it's going to be a lot of fun. We made some really good progress, yay! I wanted to go to a housewarming that some friends were throwing that evening, because I haven't seen them in too long and they're wonderful people, but the past week's heat and smoke left me with less energy than usual.
- Sunday I spent with the woman who is essentially my sister-in-law (married to my chosen-family big brother), taking a bunch of stuff to Goodwill to donate. And then running around some other thrift stores, because why not. I found two great lace blouses (which may or may not go into the Goth Yard Sale bins), 3 yards of good quality black velvet, and one of the vintage V.C. Andrews books with the fancy die-cut double covers! The type where the front cover has some sort of cut-out framing device -- a window, a shattered mirror -- with a character looking out of it, and an interior cover of that character in a gloomy setting appropriate to the plot. It wasn't one of the original Flowers in the Attic series, which are impossible to find with those covers, but still! Vintage V.C. Andrews with the fancy cover!
I am fascinated by V.C. Andrews books. They're solidly in the overwrought gothic horror genre (with a dash of romance, usually doomed), and not only did they end up in the hands of a lot of us who were probably too young to be reading them when they were published, but now they're kinda-sorta presented as YA. At least the original Flowers in the Attic trilogy is; I recently saw new trade paperback editions in the YA section of the bookstore, with new, soft-focus photos of a blonde girl and boy looking wistful. I reread that trilogy last year, and had several moments of "I cannot BELIEVE my parents let me read this when I was 11". My parents didn't ever restrict my reading, but in this case, I suspect they didn't know the contents of this particular book.
Anyway. Busy weekend! Trashy book ahoy! How are you folks?
- Sunday I spent with the woman who is essentially my sister-in-law (married to my chosen-family big brother), taking a bunch of stuff to Goodwill to donate. And then running around some other thrift stores, because why not. I found two great lace blouses (which may or may not go into the Goth Yard Sale bins), 3 yards of good quality black velvet, and one of the vintage V.C. Andrews books with the fancy die-cut double covers! The type where the front cover has some sort of cut-out framing device -- a window, a shattered mirror -- with a character looking out of it, and an interior cover of that character in a gloomy setting appropriate to the plot. It wasn't one of the original Flowers in the Attic series, which are impossible to find with those covers, but still! Vintage V.C. Andrews with the fancy cover!
I am fascinated by V.C. Andrews books. They're solidly in the overwrought gothic horror genre (with a dash of romance, usually doomed), and not only did they end up in the hands of a lot of us who were probably too young to be reading them when they were published, but now they're kinda-sorta presented as YA. At least the original Flowers in the Attic trilogy is; I recently saw new trade paperback editions in the YA section of the bookstore, with new, soft-focus photos of a blonde girl and boy looking wistful. I reread that trilogy last year, and had several moments of "I cannot BELIEVE my parents let me read this when I was 11". My parents didn't ever restrict my reading, but in this case, I suspect they didn't know the contents of this particular book.
Anyway. Busy weekend! Trashy book ahoy! How are you folks?