Let’s Talk About The Books We Were Forbidden To Read As Children -The Toast

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Here is a complete list of the books I was forbidden to read as a child, please add your own in the comments below:

Flowers in the Attic, V.C. Andrews, age twelve
I did not allow myself to finish this book; I found it at a garage sale in the summer between sixth and seventh grade and thought the cover made it look like a cool, spooky mystery. It was not a cool, spooky mystery. By the time I got to the part where Chris and Cathy Do It, I knocked on my parents’ door, handed it to them, and said, “I don’t think I should have this,” then spent the rest of my adolescence trying to forget. I would not kiss another human being for another five years, and I think this is why.

Absalom, Absalom! William Faulkner, age thirteen
We were at the airport, and Dad offered to buy each one of us a book, and I wanted this one, because I wanted my dad to think that I read Faulkner, and he looked very serious and said he thought I should wait another year or two and bought me the Seamus Heaney translation of Beowulf instead, thus saving me from another round of tortured Southern incest fiction until much later.

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