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Leone Fernando le01 — If I read the Flower Dictionary (included in the back of the book) correctly, where I to gift you with a nosegay, it would be composed of wisteria (welcome), peppermint (warmth of feeling), and lupine (imagination). The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh is a beautifully arranged bouquet of regret, magic, love, and hope. Tough girl Victoria, thrown into one foster home to another until her 18th birthday, shuns emotional attachment with anyone. She won’t let anyone in nor will she reach out to anyone, until one day she reluctantly begins an unusual, wordless dialogue with a similarly gruff flower vendor. Through offerings of flowers, an old-fashioned courtship ensues, each token symbolizing a message. I have to confess, this part melted my oh-so-sentimental heart. In an age of carelessly written texts, the way Grant wooed Victoria, patiently knocking down her thick walls with each meaningful flower, was thrilling to read. Intrigued against her will, Victoria lets Grant in. The novel alternates between Victoria’s present with Grant, and the past when Victoria was a child and for the first time allowed herself to love a foster parent. Hints of something terrible that happened in the past which derailed Victoria’s dreams of being part of a family now endanger her fragile, budding relationship with the poetic Grant. In The Language of Flowers the power of meaningful communication drives the story – tragedies occur when characters are unable to talk to those they love the most. Words, letters, phone calls are difficult to make when there is so much hurt and guilt keeping one from making the first step. Mothers and daughters, sisters, lovers -- all of these relationships in the book are flowers in need of nurturing. In Victoria’s case, she had no skills to connect with anyone, no form of expression as intimately close to her heart and soul as that of the language of flowers, taught to her by the first person she loved. It is through flowers that she learns to open up to people and then to affect others’ lives in magical ways by making bouquets expressing their secret dreams and their future possibilities. "'You know, now that I think about it, she's never really been a happy woman...but she was passionate. And smart. And interested. She always had an opinion, even about things she knew nothing about. I miss that.' "It was the request for which I had prepared. 'I understand.' I said, setting to work. I pinched tendrils of periwinkle at the roots until they hung in long, limp strands, and grabbed a dozen bright white spider mums. I wrapped the periwinkle tightly around the base of the mums like a ribbon and used florist's wire to create loose curlicues of the leafy groundcover around a multilayer explosion of mums. The effect was like fireworks, dizzying and grand. ... "While I worked, I thought about Earl's wife, tried to bring forth an image of the once passionate woman: her tired, withdrawn, unsuspecting face. Would she react to the wild bouquet of mums and periwinkle, truth and tender recollections? I felt sure she would, and imagined the relief and gratitude on Earl's face as he boiled water for tea, provoking the opinionated woman he had missed into discussion of politics or poetry." Even if I hadn’t been so taken with this novel’s beautiful prose and fascinating instruction in the language of flowers, I would have enjoyed it anyhow because of the lovely setting – the San Francisco Bay Area. I recognized almost every scene, from the gorgeous Flower Market’s riot of blooms, to McKinley Park where Victoria makes her home, and Napa Valley, with its acres of lush vineyards. Diffenbaugh, a local, paid wonderful tribute to this area, even making the famous fog seem magical :)

Mohamed Mostafa mohamedmostafa91 — just so-so...not highly recommended...