

I’d grown up on a steady supply of classics and earnest Newbery award-winning books for children and young adults, so it wasn’t like I was deprived of good literature. I was one of those teenagers, and maybe you were too. Andrews was still the second-most-popular author among teens. Andrews** that followed didn’t dwindle for years-in 1990, V.C. (And now it’s popularly acknowledged as a YA book in fact, my library categorizes it as such.) It hit bestseller lists within two weeks of its publication, and the popularity of that book and the numerous other works by V.C. “The book that made teenage girls look sideways at their brothers and shudder,” as my similarly besotted pal Lindsay put it-wasn’t originally marketed as a young adult book when it was first printed in 1979, but it soon found its niche in the hearts of pubescent girls across the land.
