Some books pull you to them from the very beginning sentence, sometimes even from the title or the cover art. This one grabbed me all those ways. Here’s the first sentence.
For eight years I dreamed of fire.”
How could I not read on?!
How the characters communicated through the language of flowers was as beautiful, as the heartache of their tragedy’s were painful. This was one of those books where I found myself wanting to call out to the characters, “no! You’re doing it all wrong. Stop. Come back.”
I enjoyed how the author wove the past, present and future together, intertwining them like vines clinging to the side of a trellis.