I read The Language of Flowers when I was in a really weird place in my life.
It was around three months ago, not long after losing my papa to a sudden heart attack, and then two weeks later starting a completely new job. I was not in a good emotional place. I was depressed, filled with anxiety, unable to sleep well, and just generally distant from everyone around me. Maybe that’s why I enjoyed this book so much, and why the main character, Victoria, resonated with me so well.
Back in Victorian times, flowers were used to convey messages- friendship, distrust, passion, hope, etc. For this woman who grew up in a series of foster homes, the language of flowers becomes her undoing and then her redemption.
This is not a book for the weak of heart, nor is it a novel for the fast pace, action lover. If you enjoy beautifully written settings, excellent dialogue, superb character arches, and deep emotions, then this tale is perfect for you.
It made me want to pick up an encyclopedia on flower meanings. It made me want to go back and right wrongs from my past. And most of all, it made me want to become a foster parent and possibly adopt a beautiful, tragic, suspicious, bright, and flawed little kid. I’m not lying when I say that while reading this book, I turned to my husband and asked him if we could someday foster. I don’t know what God has in store for my life, but I DO know that this book is moving.
Go out and read this lesser known novel. Bring a box ofKleenex. And prepare to have your heart changed. Five out of five chickadees singing.