mine: fita


‘a ship from a book’
↳ Cathy & Chris (The Dollanganger Series)

Angel, saint, devil’s spawn, good or evil, you’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won’t be long before I follow. 

20 Day Incest challenge

Day 01) Your first incest pairing:

My very first incest pairing would have to be Chris & Cathy Dollanganger from Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. It really helped open my eyes to the shippiness of brother-sister pairings that they were canon. The two of them went through so much and found comfort in each other. I don’t know anyone who read the Dollanganger series who didn’t ship them. Oh and if you’re wondering about the GIF above, it’s simply because when I picture Chris and Cathy, I see Chord Overstreet & Dianna Argon.

Shooting Anniversary

A year ago I shot my first real tournament, the California State Indoor Championship. I shot barebow FITA recurve. I shot an 854 (213 average on the 300 round), well below my average at the time.

This weekend for the first time I am repeating a tournament. I will shoot my second California State Indoor Championship. I am still shooting barebow FITA recurve although I am now shooting a target rig rather than a hunting rig.


  • 960 is my pissed at myself threshold.
  • 1000 is the low end of where I should be.
  • 1040 is the high end of where I should be.
  • 1080 is my stretch. If I am shooting really wall I can get here.

We will see how it goes.

Flowers in the Attic: Prologue to Chapter 1

Prologue:  Years in the future, when it’s implied that she’s more or less happy, Cathy Dollanganger is going to write about she and her siblings used to be “Flowers in the Attic,” faded by time, and the people who deserve it are going to be really hurt when they read this!  Also, yellow is the color of hope, so file that away.

Chapter 1: “Good-bye, Daddy”

The Dollangangers live a ridiculously idyllic life in a nice suburban home in the 50s.  Dad Christopher Sr is a traveling salesman, Mom Corrine  is impossibly pretty, Christopher Jr and Cathy are good, blond children, and twins Cory and Carrie are adorable blond toddlers.  Before the twins are born, Cathy is worried that Daddy will love the new little girl more, but Daddy gives her a ring as a promise that he will always love his “first girl” just a little bit more.  The family is very affectionate, always talking about how much they love each other, the parents are very touchy-feely both with each other and the kids, and Dad is always lavishing little gifts on them when he comes back.  (Also, the neighbors call them the Dresden Dolls, which apparently used to conjure images of this:

Though I think I heard that Amanda Palmer’s group “The Dresden Dolls” actually took their name from the Dollanganger family in this book, who took the nickname from the dolls.)

Anyway, on Dad’s 36th birthday, two police officers arrive to inform the family that Chris Sr has died in a horrible car accident described in unnecessarily graphic detail and everyone is overwhelmed by grief, especially Mom, who drifts around in a useless haze for a while, and the kids are cared for by neighbors.  Eventually, Mom starts acting weird and one night she confesses to the kids that their whole life is a lie:  The house and everything in it was bought on credit (mostly on Mom’s urging) and will now be repossessed, Mom is too much of a helpless Southern belle to get a job that pays her what she feels would be enough to live on, and even their name is false, they are really the Foxworths, but don’t ask too many questions about that!  Also, Mom’s parents are super-mega-ultra rich, but they cut her off at 18 when she did something to “fall from grace,” and she’s been begging them to take her back by letter since the funeral.  Grandma’s finally agreed, but minor detail:  they’re not going to tell Grandpa about the kids until Mom’s earned his forgiveness, no big, probably will only take a day.  Oh, and we’re leaving for their mansion right now in the middle of the night, you get two suitcases between the four of you so go pack, this is totally not weird.


I found My Sweet Audrina in high school and read most of it, then came back to finish it as an adult, and I think starting with that one gave me an elevated sense of her writing skills.  I don’t know if she’d improved by then or if the deficiencies in her writing style (which can only be described as “luridly melodramatic”) were simply less obvious when she was describing the strange, Gothic dreamworld Audrina inhabits than the 50s suburban paradise the Dollangangers start out in (probably both), but her writing seems a lot more stilted to me than it did before.  When Corinne is trying to explain her financial and family troubles to the older kids, she talks to them more like adults than children, and I can’t tell if it’s a writing flaw, or a sign that Corrine is losing her grip on reality.

Still, she does “subtle unease before everything goes wrong” very well.  Even before the father dies, you can sense that there is something wrong with this family.  They are too loving, and too showy about it, so that you start feeling uncomfortable very fast.  You can already see how emotionally and maturationally stunted Corrine is as she fails to deal with everything around.  I kind of wish I wasn’t spoiled for this book (I picked up all the major plot points through late night horrified Wikipedia reading cultural osmosis even though I’ve never actually read the thing), because I think I’d otherwise be fascinated by Corrine’s mysterious fall from grace and just what went on between her and her parents.

There was an awful lot of plot to cover here in the first chapter, so I hope the other entries will be shorter.  (I understand they mostly hang out in the attic from now on?)  I’ve read Chapter 2 already, so see you when I get that written!