Some of my recent reads have been all about flowers and I kind of love it. It’s perfect to fight winter woes and dream of Spring. The Language of Flowers was a book club pick and kinda made me want to memorize all the meanings of flowers too
The Victorian language of flowers was used to convey romantic expressions: honeysuckle for devotion, asters for patience, and red roses for love. But for Victoria Jones, it’s been more useful in communicating mistrust and solitude. After a childhood spent in the foster-care system, she is unable to get close to anybody, and her only connection to the world is through flowers and their meanings. Now eighteen and emancipated from the system with nowhere to go, Victoria realizes she has a gift for helping others through the flowers she chooses for them. But an unexpected encounter with a mysterious stranger has her questioning what’s been missing in her life. And when she’s forced to confront a painful secret from her past, she must decide whether it’s worth risking everything for a second chance at happiness.
I thought the book started out strong. I enjoyed the plot and the way Diffenbaugh was weaving the story. She created secondary characters you were a fan of, like Renata and Mama Ruby.
But halfway through the book, some of the decisions Victoria made were too hard for me to handle. I want to say more, but that’ll give away major plot pieces, but there’s just some things I cringed at and it was hard to get past (if you’ve read the book, then let’s chat in the comments).
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but things wrapped up rather neatly as well. Or maybe rather too quickly. Sometimes when it’s as deep as what happened with the characters, it needs something more realistic.
I liked the idea of the book and was a big fan of all the flower knowledge and appreciated the look into the lives of older foster children, but the last half just wasn’t as strong as the first.
(Heads up: minor language)
Have any of y’all read this? I’d love to know what you thought of it!