A book I love… The Language of Flowers

Vanessa Diffenbaugh This book was picked up from a supermarket bookshelf in Moab, Utah, during a tour of South-Western USA in 2012. I didn’t realise when I bought it that the story is set in San Francisco and the countryside north of the Golden Gate Bridge, somewhere we would visit later in the same holiday. It’s about a damaged young girl Victoria who leaves the foster-care system with minimal social skills but a deep understanding of flowers and their meanings. Hydrangea, to Victoria, means dispassion. She struggles with intimacy until she meets a man who tells her that Jonquil means desire. Thoughtful, gently-paced but with emotional power.

‘The Language of Flowers’ by Vanessa Diffenbaugh [UK: Pan]

 

 

Vanessa Diffenbaugh

 

Left, is my American copy. I think I prefer this cover.

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