It’s been a while since a book has completely captured my attention. I started this book and immediately wished I could clear my schedule for the next two days and just read. The language and the story just sucked me in. And that was The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh.
Victoria Jones has just been emancipated from the State of California. With nowhere to go and no marketable skills, she turns to the one thing that has brought her comfort and peace – flowers. From one of her foster mothers, she learned the Language of Flowers, a Victorian era custom of communicating via flowers. Each flower has a meaning and Victoria has learned them all. Instead of speaking to communicate, she leaves flowers as tokens saying so much in no words at all. After finding a job as a florist, Victoria is in her element, and begins to find community, even though she resists every urge to join. Her hardness comes from the most difficult things in her past, and we find out about a time when Victoria knew love and lost it, and why she thinks she may never have it again.
The story jumps between Victoria’s past and her present. The stories unfold hand in hand, and there really is no reason to stop reading. Diffenbaugh’s first novel is a triumph. She uses words so beautifully. It’s as if flowers are blooming on the page. Diffenbaugh also includes a dictionary of The Language of Flowers. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a flower the same way again.
Have you read anything that has just pulled you in recently? Please let me know! I’m always looking for more to read.