Tuesday, May 22, 2012

we are all hopelessly flawed.

Don’t be confused, I said that WE are all hopelessly flawed. The Language of Flowers, the debut novel by Vanessa Diffenbaugh is the exception to that rule. Hell, Diffenbaugh herself is an exception to that rule. The novel is an emotional rollercoaster, filled with imperfectly beautiful characters that are nothing if not human, when Diffenbaugh herself is a fricken superhero. Let me explain…

The Language of Flowers centers on the foster care system and the children in it along with the adults whose lives they touch. Diffebaugh herself is a foster mother, became one to FOUR children when she was twenty-three and single. No lie. There is an article in Glamour magazine, one of the very few magazines I have ever subscribed to and don’t just steal from the doctor’s office, all about her story. You can already imagine how much truth must be packed into the story of our main character, Victoria Jones as she grows up in the system fighting to discover that her life could be so much more than the cards she was dealt.

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