told myself that i would write after i finish reading the language of flowers
so here i am, willing myself to let the words flow out of my head, feeling unbelievably unaccustomed to writing
when i picked the language of flowers at powerbooks, i was half-blindly taken over by my mild fixation—
to buy on sale books/to acknowledge the frugality in my genes i've inherited from my mother
had set in mind that i'd collect murakami books so i zigzagged my way into the 'm' shelf
sad to say the wind-up bird chronicles was out of stock
then, felt momentarily dejected as with many things in the here and now
fingered several books, all of them had pretty and interesting covers
but this one struck me with two assertive characteristics i felt clinging to in bitter times:
language and nature typified by the notion, 'flowers'
i like the book
i like diffenbaugh's clean way of writing,
clean as in pure, innocent, and simple
honest too
victoria jones is the name of the protagonist
very victorian, the name
as well as the name 'elizabeth', the person who taught her the language of flowers
all throughout the book i found myself leafing through the dictionary of the meaning of flowers located at the last pages
what does mistletoe signify? lilac? and basil?
victoria is a combination of thistle (misanthrophy), peony(anger), and basil(hate)
elizabeth, though not presented in the book, would have been a cactus(ardent love), moss(maternal love), and white monte casino(patience)
grant, on the other hand, is a toss between dogwood(love undiminished by adversity) and baby's breath(everlasting love)
and if i were to put who i am into words birthed by flowers,
i'd be a mix of heath(solitude), delphinium(levity), cowslip(pensiveness), and queen anne's lace(fantasy)
when i first started to read the book, i instantly looked up the meaning of zinnia,
i mourn your presence
realized that it was predestined after all
4/5, very recommended
read from april 21 to 25, 2012
