Oh boy, here we go again. To distract myself from the rage inducing political nonsense that is going on (We have SERIOUS issues in the US, and it's not just guns and the economy and Trump, it's a serious undercurrent of anti-intellectual propaganda and ridiculousness) I have decided, once again, to reduce my blood pressure by laughing at the absurdity of a novel about incest. Fun fact: My local newspaper won't let me use the word "incest" in the comment section, which is really fun when trying to explain what the Hyde Amendment actually does and does not do.
I digress. Guess where our heroes, Cathy and Chris are? If you guessed "the attic" I think you might be wrong. They are in the bedroom adjacent to the attic. Attic-adjacent. Chris is on his bed, staring at his sister. He apologizes for forgetting that she is so weak in the arms. Ass. That is not an apology, dick.
"The night lamp was burning with a rosy glow over in the corner." Their eyes met. So she met his eyes, as he was already staring at her. Where are the twins? This is terrible writing, are the twins just sleeping through all of this in separate beds? Who is beating them into submission, they should be trying to stay up late and yelling "you aren't my mom" at Cathy. Has VC Andrews met a six year old? (eight year old? It's been a week, I can't remember.)
Cathy is not sorry that they went out. Good. Go out again, this time with your siblings. Or don't. Just leave them. She continues to badger Chris with questions about their mother. She's been gone over a month, never stayed away so long before. I think that might contradict what I just read. They discuss having children and how Cathy will never lock them away. Chris reminds her she doesn't want children. She says the most absurd thing:
Chris, someday I'm going to dance in the arms of a husband who loves me, and if he really wants a baby, then I might agree to have one.
Feminism has come so far in so many ways. Cathy - if you don't want kids, don't have them! If you do, have them! But don't do it for a man unless you also want to spend your days wiping spit and being touched by sticky hands and hearing screams for a year. Of course, perhaps you'll just go into debt like your mother and get yourself a nanny to raise them. Or die young, in a tragic accident, leaving your daughter alone to carry on your legacy. Who knows? Anything can happen when you are nothing more than a dream.
Chris tells her she's pretty and he knew she'd change her mind. Dick.
She thinks for a few paragraphs and we move on to the next chapter. Which should be good, it's called "One Rainy Afternoon." Enticing!
So much of this chapter could be condensed. If she wanted to show that they tried to leave and realized why it wasn't a great idea, fine. But having her nearly be unable to get back up isn't the way - she could still figure out a way to get the twins down (or have them climb down too, they are 6 or 8 not toddlers) and if they are leaving forever, it doesn't matter if they can't get back up. The conversations could have all been shortened and combined into one, at the lake.
I do think that even though it was written in 79, setting it earlier makes sense. These kids weren't accustomed to modern tech, so they would be docile for a while with a TV. Me, I'd be going nuts if I was stuck with antenne tv only and no internet. Times sure have changed!
I really want to see the original film. It looks so soapy.