Flowers in the Attic- had a whole spell of reading Virginia Andrews when I was about 14
Same here - I read then because all my mates thought they were amazing, but even then I thought they were sh*te.
I mean, the main character who is telling the story is trapped in an attic with her siblings, and yet teaches herself to become a Prima Ballerina (she is much sought after by the world famous ballet companies when she emerges from her incarceration as I remember). She goes en pointe at the early age of about six or something - to the admiring gasps of Madame Who-the-flip who wants her in her company.
What a load of bollox!
However I have to confess to a guilty rubbish author that I thought was the cat's knackers at about the same time as the Flowers crap. DennisWheatley! (Remember him? The Acceptable Face of Satanism? Every book began with a warning against Tampering With The Dark Arts, if you Valued Your Soul). I used to think he was brilliant.
A friend lent me four of his books. Last night I began reading one - what a crock! So I went on to another - awful! Really, really awful!!!
Even at 14 I had realised he was hideously racist (put it down to being a Man of His Time), but seeing his writing again today - racist, sexist, snobbish, entitled, up-his-own-bumness - I feel ashamed to have read him with eager enjoyment as recently as half a century ago.
He is a serious contender for The Dan Brown Award For Pretentious Literary Sh*te.