The Victorian language of flowers was used to convey what words could not, from declarations of admiration to confessions of betrayal.
For Victoria Jones, alone after a childhood in foster care, it is her way of expressing a legacy of grief and guilt. Believing she is damaged beyond hope, she trusts nobody, connecting with the world only through message-laden bouquets.
Really good. Loved the ending, everything not tied up neatly in bow but a real sense of hope.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment