Last weekend at the cabin, I came across something very important.

No, this wasn’t anything of monetary value. This thing I found was something of such personal significance that I hesitate to say that I’m still the person I was when I first walked through those cabin doors. This item challenged me. It changed me. It made me into the person I am today.

You might say that this item spurred on the flowering of Peter…

This, my friends is what I found. The Flowering is a gripping tale of young Hester Carr, a reticent southern belle living a life of stale luxury until a mysterious stranger enters her life. This man’s name is John Justin, and he sweeps her off her feet with his genteel dignity, passionate love, and delicious candy. Before you know it, young Hester is soon caught up in a whirlwind of excitement, exhileration, and tooth decay.

Upon the book’s release, the public went wild for The Flowering, and women around America wanted John Justin to sweep through their small town and do all that same crap with them.

The critics were likewise blown away:

Given the widely-understood excellence of The Flowering, it should come as no shock that it has changed my life. Where I was once stuffy, and acted based on proper behavior, I now openly follow my heart’s desires, no matter the social repurcussions. I laugh and dance in the rain. I run away and make out with my loved one in a abandoned mansion. I take dumps on public sidewalks while screaming, “THE FLOWERING!!”.

And all thanks to the glorious, liberating love of the mysterious stranger John Justin.