The Language of flowers

Thursday night was our Bookclub's monthly get together to discuss The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh.

5 out of the 6 of us loved it - yay!!! always a relief when you're the person who has chosen the book. The 6th thought the story was a bit contrived - also a comment on some of the reviews online - and yes there were a couple of convenient turns but then I didn't think they were too bad.

What we did enjoy most about the book was the meaning of the flowers and how they were incorporated into the storyline.  

After finishing the book one of us saw a wedding and checked out the bride's bouquet only to see that she was carrying yellow roses which mean infidelity. Not a good choice for your bridal flowers.  J resisted the urge to take the flowers away - haha. 

I must check with my sister if she thought of meanings when she made my bridal bouquet - a traditional tussie mussie.

For dessert I tried something new - a triple chocolate mousse cone - mmm tasted good but maybe next time a little bit more Baileys in the middle layer.

"The Language of Flowers" by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Thanks to Duchess Declutter for making my choice for bookclub easy.  After her recommendation I borrowed "The Language of Flowers" from the library and after reading it ended up buying my own copy. 

The blurb:-

The Victorian language of flowers was used to convey what words could not, from declarations of admiration to confessions of betryal.

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.

But when a mysterious man at the flower market responds in kind, Victoria is caught between fascination and fear, and must decide if she can open herself to the possibilities of happiness...and forgiveness.

Bookclub is at my house next week and I'm looking forward to hearing what the girls thought of the book.

There's also a great section at the back of the book which tells you what some flowers and herbs mean...must say I'm a bit concerned that basil (which I love) signifies hate.  I'll have to make sure I don't share any from the garden with friends.