Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma

3 Stars

“How can something so wrong feel so right?”
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 probably because they spent their entire budget purchasing alllllllllll the porn anyone could ever dream of reading. I was sharing this minor inconvenience (a/k/a pitching a hissy fit) to my friendly neighbhorhood Spiderman Bookpusher who told me that although she didn’t have the book in question, she did have a copy of Forbidden she could lend me so I should probably STFU and get over my first world problem du jour. She also explained that the subject matter contained within would be très depressing and since we are both approaching AARP age, it might remind me of a Blast from the Past . . . .



^^^^^^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.