The Language of Flowers

This book frustrated me. Or maybe it's just that it gave me an overwhelming feeling of futility. It highlighted some of the reasons I do not want to be a mom. I loved the romance aspect when it was good and they were having flirty moments passing flowers. I know that it's supposed to be melancholy because that makes the goodness that much sweeter, but I feel the same way about this book as I feel about The Life of Pi. I don't want to feel sad and frustrated for most of the ride. To be sure, it is beautifully written and the story itself is good, I just didn't feel good reading it. Victoria's choices make sense because of the trauma and instability she endured as a child, but I still hated these choices. I don't know how to feel about this one.