Somehow, despite having two boys, school, student teaching, and way too many interests for my own good (just ask my husband), I have managed to read quite a few books this year. Regardless of any other loves I may have, reading will always be my first love (Babysitter's Club, anyone?).
I recently finished Vanessa Diffenbaugh's novel, The Language of Flowers. I had heard some buzz about the book and decided to give it a shot and I'm so glad I did. The cover, title, and even description do not naturally grab my attention, but the book is so enchanting and well-written. I had a hard time putting it down.
The protagonist, Victoria, is a teenager who has been emancipated from the foster care system. She doesn't trust anyone, struggles with daily interactions, and meeting basic needs. Woven into the story is the language of flowers-their meanings-and their relation to Victoria's life. The starkness of Victoria's life juxtaposed with the beauty of the flowers is really quite interesting.
If I sound like I'm talking crazy-talk, just read this novel and you'll understand.
It is unlike anything I've ever read before.
Perhaps the most telling aspect of my experience with this novel is that I find myself thinking about Victoria, the main character. I need a sequel just so I can make sure that she is ok.
Have you read this book? What did you think? And if you haven't, have you ever read a book that you couldn't stop thinking about weeks later?