From the NYTimes:
I got a kick out of this part:
Granted, young readers have always managed to get their hands on forbidden books. I don't know a girl in my generation who didn't read those V. C. Andrews books with their adolescent protagonists. But "Flowers in the Attic" was published as an adult book - winkingly, maybe, but still. Your parents had every reason to know it was inappropriate and so did you. That's why you had to get it on the black market (camp) and hide it under your bed.
The essay itself kind of meanders, but it's interesting to get her take.