Seeds of Yesterday by V.C. Andrews.
Title: Seeds of Yesterday.
Author: Lois Duncan.
Genre: Fiction, horror, mystery, romance, mental health, family saga.
Country: U.S.
Language: English.
Publication Date: 1984.
Summary: The forbidden love that blossomed when Cathy and Christopher were held captive in Foxworth Hall is one the Dollanganger family’s darkest secrets. Now, with three grown children and even a new last name, the pair seem to have outlived a twisted legacy. But on their son Bart’s 25th birthday, when the spiteful and disturbed young man claims his rightful inheritance, the full, shattering truth of their tainted past will be revealed at Foxworth Hall - the place where the nightmare began, and where Christopher and Cathy were once just innocent flowers in the attic.
My rating: 7.5/10.
My review:
♥ In the middle of the bedroom we shared, Chris and I reached for each other. There we stood, wrapped in each other’s arms, holding fast to the only security we ever had that lasted: each other. All about us the house felt so quiet. We could have been lost and alone in eternity.
♥ Who ever counted the flowers that died when we pulled up the weeds?
♥ “No, I don’t think it is fair. When is life fair, Cathy? Was it fair when Jory’s back was broken, and now he can’t walk? No, it’s not fair. I’ve been in medicine too long not to know justice isn’t doled out equally. The good often die before the bad. Children die before grandparents, and who is to say that’s right? But what can we do about it? Life is a gift, and perhaps death is another kind of gift. Who am I, or you, to say? Accept what has happened…”
♥ Stricken to the bone, I began to pick up the wrappings that had been so carefully applied and so ruthlessly ripped off. Like life, and how carefully we tried to maintain our illusions when things were seldom what they had appeared to be.
♥ What was that about the human condition that made us hold on to tragedy with such tenacity and readily forgo the happiness we could reach readily?
♥ “Some day you are going to understand about love, Bart. You are going to find out it doesn’t come because you want it, or need it. It’s yours only when you earn it. It comes to you when you least expect it, walks in the door and closes it quietly and when it’s right, it stays. You don’t plot to find it. Or seduce to try and make it happen. You have to deserve it, or you’ll never have anyone who’ll stay long enough.”
♥ And then I was sobbing. For my father had been a wonderful man, and that hadn’t mattered. Fate didn’t choose the unloved, the derelicts, the unneeded or unwanted. Fate was a bodiless form with a cruel hand that reached out randomly, carelessly, and seized up with ruthlessness.