I don't know if this is random or if I'm like the
"Sugar Queen" and books find me, but... I finished reading the Language of flowers last week in preparation for my luncheon.
Well both books were heartbreaking stories of children, lost children. I actually had to stop reading a couple of times to regain my composure, not good to cry on public transit.
While I like to read around the world these two books took me to San Francisco, and Australia. Had to keep reminding myself that Australian Christmas are warm.
Both books very good stories, would recommend them both, great books. And you'll look at flowers in a whole new way.
Up next... maybe a visit with Flavia.
