At 18, orphan Victoria Jones does not know how to communicate with society, except through a Victorian era phenomenon of expressing feelings and sentiments by giving flowers different meanings and using those flowers, to convey the message without having to say anything. This means of communication becomes her lifeline when she finds herself on the streets and applies for a job at a flower shop by making a bouquet.
As the story develops, the reader learns about Victoria’s past that shaped her, and her connection with Elizabeth, who teaches her the language of flowers. The story weaves past and present along Victoria’s bumpy road to adulthood and accepting love into her life.
What could have been an overly sappy, preachy tale was written in a lovely, measured fashion by Diffenbaugh. She exposes all of Victoria’s warts without sugarcoating her and making her too heroic. I appreciated the realism of all of Victoria’s setbacks and found myself simultaneously yelling at her (in my head, I can’t imagine what the people on my commute would have thought of me if I started yelling at my book) and rooting for her.
By the time I finished this book, I was already telling and texting friends about it. I can’t recommend this one highly enough.
— I won this book from LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers program —