I actually wanted to read Tabitha Suzuma’s novel Hurt after seeing Rossy’s review a couple of months ago, but the library failed me
^^^^^^That’s Flowers in the Attic for all you noobs (or people whose cable package doesn’t include Lifetime Television for Women).
I was also informed that I should have the following reaction after finishing . . .
Yeah. Notsamuch . . .
This was more than likely a case of “it’s not you, it’s me” because Forbidden was just okay for me. Please note that a more appropriate title for this one might have been TRIGGERED because it kind of has everything but the kitchen sink thrown in to the mix in order to generate ugly cries: drunken absentee mother, poverty, kids raising kids, forbidden love (*cough incest cough*), etc., etc., etc. Most people will probably feel all the feels. Just not sociopaths like myself.