by V. C. Andrews


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From #1 bestselling author V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic, My Sweet Audrina) the first book in the captivating Cutler series...

In her fine new Virginia school, Dawn Longchamp feels happy and safe. But nothing is what it seems...

Now Dawn and her older brother Jimmy have a chance for a decent, respectable life, and Dawn's secret, precious hope to study singing can come true. Philip Cutler, the handsomest boy in school, sets Dawn's heart on fire. She is deeply devoted to her brooding brother; but with Philip, she imagines a lovely dream of romance...

Then Dawn's mother suddenly dies, and her entire world begins to crumble. After a terrible new shock, she is thrust into a different family and an evil web of unspoken sins. Her sweet innocence lost, humiliated and scorned, Dawn is desperate to find Jimmy again and...strip away the wicked lies that will change all their lives forever.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781982113193
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 02/12/2019
Series: Cutler Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 680,591
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

One of the most popular authors of all time, V.C. Andrews has been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic, first in the renowned Dollanganger family series, which includes Petals on the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, and Garden of Shadows and now Beneath the Attic, Out of the Attic, and Shadows of Foxworth as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. The family saga continues with Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth, Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger, and Secret Brother. V.C. Andrews has written more than seventy novels, which have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews.

Date of Birth:

June 6, 1923

Date of Death:

December 19, 1986

Place of Birth:

Portsmouth, Virginia

Place of Death:

Virginia Beach, Virginia

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Momma once told me that she and Daddy named me Dawn because I was born at the break of day. That was the first of a thousand lies Momma and Daddy would tell me and my brother Jimmy. Of course, we wouldn't know they were lies, not for a long time, not until the day they came to take us away.

Chapter 1: Another New Place

The sound of dresser drawers being opened and closed woke me. I heard Momma and Daddy whispering in their room, and my heart began to thump fast and hard. I pressed my palm against my chest, took a deep breath, and turned to wake Jimmy, but he was already sitting up in our sofa bed. Bathed in the silvery moonlight that came pouring through our bare window, my sixteen-year-old brother's face looked chiseled from granite. He sat there so still, listening. I lay there listening with him, listening to the hateful wind whistle through the cracks and crannies of this small cottage Daddy had found for us in Granville, a small, rundown town just outside of Washington, D.C. We had been here barely four months.

"What is it, Jimmy? What's going on?" I asked, shivering partly from the cold and partly because deep inside I knew the answer.

Jimmy fell back against his pillow and then brought his hands behind his head. In a sulk, he stared up at the dark ceiling. The pace of Momma's and Daddy's movements became more frenzied.

"We were gonna get a puppy here," Jimmy mumbled. "And this spring Momma and I were gonna plant a garden and grow our own vegetables."

I could feel his frustration and anger like heat from an iron radiator.

"What happened?" I asked mournfully, for I, too, had high hopes.

"Daddy came home later than usual," he said, a prophetic note of doom in his voice. "He rushed in here, his eyes wild. You know, bright and wide like they get sometimes. He went right in there, and not long after, they started packing...Might as well get up and get dressed," Jimmy said, throwing the blanket off him and turning to sit up. "They'll be out here shortly tellin' us to do it anyway."

I groaned. Not again, and not again in the middle of the night.

Jimmy leaned over to turn on the lamp by our pull-out bed and started to put on his socks so he wouldn't have to step down on a cold floor. He was so depressed, he didn't even worry about getting dressed in front of me. I fell back and watched him unfold his pants so he could slip into them, moving with a quiet resignation that made everything around me seem more like a dream. How I wished it were.

I was fourteen years old, and for as long as I could remember, we had been packing and unpacking, going from one place to another. It always seemed that just when my brother, Jimmy, and I had finally settled into a new school and finally made some friends and I got to know my teachers, we had to leave. Maybe we really were no better than homeless gypsies like Jimmy always said, wanderers, poorer than the poorest, for even the poorest families had some place they could call home, some place they could return to when things went bad, a place where they had grandmas and grandpas or uncles and aunts to hug them and comfort them and make them feel good again. We would have settled even for cousins. At least, I would have.

I peeled back the blanket, and my nightgown fell away and exposed most of my bosom. I glanced at Jimmy and caught him gazing at me in the moonlight. He shifted his eyes away quickly. Embarrassment made my heart pitterpatter, and I pressed my palm against the bodice of my nightgown. I had never told any of my girlfriends at school that Jimmy and I shared even a room together, much less this dilapidated pull-out bed. I was too ashamed, and I knew how they would react, embarrassing both Jimmy and me even more.

I brought my feet down on the freezing-cold bare wood floor. My teeth chattering, I embraced myself and hurried across the small room to gather up a blouse and a sweater and a pair of jeans. Then I went into the bathroom to dress.

By the time I finished, Jimmy had his suitcase closed. It seemed we always left something else behind each time. There was only so much room in Daddy's old car anyway. I folded my nightgown and put it neatly into my own suitcase. The clasps were as hard as ever to close and Jimmy had to help.

Momma and Daddy's bedroom door opened and they came out, their suitcases in hand, too. We stood there facing them, holding our own.

"Why do we have to leave in the middle of the night again?" I asked, looking at Daddy and wondering if leaving would make him angry as it so often did.

"Best time to travel," Daddy mumbled. He glared at me with a quick order not to ask too many questions. Jimmy was right -- Daddy had that wild look again, a look that seemed so unnatural, it sent shivers up and down my spine. I hated it when Daddy got that look. He was a handsome man with rugged features, a cap of sleek brown hair and dark coal eyes. When the day came that I fell in love and decided to marry, I hoped my husband would be just as handsome as Daddy. But I hated it when Daddy was displeased -- when he got that wild look. It marred his handsome features and made him ugly -- something I couldn't bear to see.

"Jimmy, take the suitcases down. Dawn, you help your momma pack up whatever she wants from the kitchen."

I glanced at Jimmy. He was only two years older than I was, but there was a wider gap in our looks. He was tall and lean and muscular like Daddy. I was small with what Momma called "China doll features." And I really didn't take after Momma, either, because she was as tall as Daddy. She told me she was gangly and awkward when she was my age and looked more like a boy until she was thirteen, when she suddenly blossomed.

We didn't have many pictures of family. Matter of fact, all I had was one picture of Momma when she was fifteen. I would sit for hours gazing into her young face, searching for signs of myself. She was smiling in the picture and standing under a weeping willow tree. She wore an ankle-length straight skirt and a fluffy blouse with frilly sleeves and a frilly collar. Her long, dark hair looked soft and fresh. Even in this old black and white photo, her eyes sparkled with hope and love. Daddy said he'd taken the picture with a small box camera he had bought for a quarter from a friend of his. He wasn't sure it would work, but at least this picture came out. If we'd ever had any other photos, they'd been either lost or left behind during our many moves.

However, I thought that even in this simple old photograph with its black and white fading into sepia and its edges fraying, Momma looked so pretty that it was easy to see why Daddy had lost his heart to her so quickly even though she was only fifteen at the time. She was barefoot in the picture, and I thought she looked fresh and innocent and as lovely as anything else nature had to offer.

Momma and Jimmy had the same shimmering black hair and dark eyes. They both had bronze complexions with beautiful white teeth that allowed them ivory smiles. Daddy had dark brown hair, but mine was blond. And I had freckles over the tops of my cheeks. No one else in my family had freckles.

"What about that rake and shovel we bought for the garden?" Jimmy asked, careful not to let even a twinkle of hope show in his eyes.

"We ain't got the room," Daddy snapped.

Poor Jimmy, I thought. Momma said he was born all crunched up as tightly as a fist, his eyes sewn shut. She said she gave birth to Jimmy on a farm in Maryland. They had just arrived there and gone knocking on the door, hoping to find some work, when her labor began.

They told me I had been born on the road, too. They had hoped to have me born in a hospital, but they were forced to leave one town and start out for another where Daddy had already secured new employment.

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Dawn (Cutler Series #1) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 64 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've been reading many of V.C. Andrews books since the 5th grade. Starting with Flowers in the Attic which was passed on to my mother from a friend, then to my sister and lastly me. Since then I have never stopped DAWN has proved to be another great one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. A friead told me about this book. Im so glad she did. I joked with her that she wanted me to read it because her name is Dawn. But her parents named her after dish soap.
LookingCalifornia More than 1 year ago
Dawn was my first V.C.Andrews read and at age 14, I was mezmerized by the drama, the heartbreak, and the sexual undertones. I connected with Dawn's character on a moral level; she is so sensitive and genuine and compassionate. I might be one of few readers who was completely infatuated with Phillip's character. Even though he was seriously dimented, I found myself attracted to him throughout the whole series. That is the telltale sign of good and powerful writing; when a provacative and sexy but loathsome character can confuse your sensibilities. This book and the whole series were amazingly entertaining. Poor Dawn is just walked on her whole life. I love how she stays sweet and kind but also becomes a cynic, true to real life.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read every V. C. Andrews book yet, and the Cutler's series is still my favorite. The Dawn saga, is about a girl, Dawn Longchamp, who leads a very erratic life with her mother, father, and older brother. They always seem on the move, slipping off into the night like fugitives constantly, moving from place to place. But what Dawn's about to find out, is that her parents really are fugitives. What did they do? Kidnap her! The day of her mother's death, Dawn, or as she's really named, Eugenia Grace Cutler, is dropped into the care of her real family, her beloved older brother and baby sister are replaced with a brother who she unknowingly dated, and a sister who was her worst enemy. Worst of all, her mother and father live in fantasy worlds, barely acknowledging her and leaving her into the care of her heartless grandmother. Alone and scorned by the people around her, Dawn is desperate to discover the truth behind her kidnapping, and become reunited with the family she will always love, but beyond each door in her new home, there seems to be an even darker secret and a more shameful wrong. As Dawn struggles to reach her goals, will she be engulfed by the horrifying truths of her past? What will become of Dawn in this captivating novel? I guarantee you won't be able to stop turning the pages of the spellbinding Cutler Family series. *Daniell
Anagarika-Sean on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another Andrews book I don't remember, but I think it was good.
eljabo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't know why I ever try to read serious books. It should be all V.C. Andrews, all the time. It's like watching an episode of Maury Povich or Jerry Springer, only better because you're reading it and improving your mind at the same time! Dawn is exactly like Heaven (from V.C. Andrews' Casteel series) except she's blonde instead of brunette and lives in Richmond, Virginia instead of the West Virginia mountains. Everything else the same -- dirt-poor upbringing, secret wealthy parents, mean girls at school, unnatural love for brother and a hateful, slutty sister. On the very first page, we learn that the 14-year-old Dawn and her 16-year-old brother Jimmy, share a bed. In the second chapter, there is some inappropriate nudity and longing glances. But, like all V.C. Andrews books, nothing is quite what it first appears to be... I don't care if this series is the trashiest series on earth, it's still pretty dang entertaining to read!
miscopia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I devoured a lot of V.C. Andrews books when I was in 7th and 8th grade. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure what I saw in them. Nevertheless, they do have an addicting quality of sorts.Dawn is no different from the other early Andrews books; incest, a callous grandmother, adoptive parents and a secret past all feature prominently. There is nothing really that sets this book apart. For those looking for more V.C. Andrews books after Flowers, I recommend trying the Melody series. They are a bit less predictable and more endearing than Dawn.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good book!
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Tears were burning under my eyelids...i felt the sting of tears behind my eyelids...i wouldnt let my tears escape my eyelids..ohhhh myyyyyy god.....
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The only series by V.C Andrews that i like are the Cutler, the Dollanganger and the Landry series. I enjoy reading them. I got hooked when one of my friends talked about it and then i saw lots of students read them so i started reading them. The first book i read was "Flowers in the attic". They are really good.
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