I used to wait for the next V.C. Andrews book like most people waited for the next Indiana Jones movie. And yet, even today, I have no idea if the author was even a man or a woman.
I was consumed as a kid by the work. Not the lifestyle, imagery, or marketability of the author.
But their words. Their minds. Their spirits.
I was consumed as a kid by the work. Not the lifestyle, imagery, or marketability of the author.
But their words. Their minds. Their spirits.