![]() ![]() In the street with nowhere to go, Victoria sleeps in a public park where she plants a garden that gives meaning to her life and muffles the despair and solitude of homelessness. The reader soon discovers that the story, which skillfully blends the romantic realm of flowers and their Victorian meanings with the grim realities of the foster-care system, is anything but ordinary.Įmancipated from the foster-care system, 18–year-old Victoria Jones does not know, nor does she want to know, how to communicate with the world around her except through flowers and the messages they convey. Such is the opening of Vanessa Diffenbaugh’s genteelly titled debut novel, The Language of Flowers: arresting and unexpected. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake.” The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Trees ignited as I passed them oceans burned. ![]()
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