It’s been a long time since a book has made me cry. Not sob hysterically because a character has died or even from a painful ending – I cried because The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart is heartbreak and beauty walking hand in hand.
From the very first word, I was lured to Alice like she was the sun and I was the flower. You can feel Alice’s pain, confusion and anguish crying out at you from the pages. So often I had to stop and take a deep breath before continuing.
Don’t let this scare you off. The heartache in this story is what makes Alice so beautiful. She is determined, powerful and resilient. She charges into life, not letting her painful past smother her spirit.
Then there’s Thornfield. Thornfield is the place we all hope we don’t need but, at the same time, the place we hope exists should we ever have need of it. The land, the river, the flowers, the hard work, the people… all ingredients Alice needs to do a lot of healing.
There’s an incredible line from the book that describes “the past gathering around her”. These women are burdened by their pasts but they are fighting back. They will not let it consume them. The Flowers, and Alice, are inspirations. Holly Ringland, can I just say, bravo. This book made me think and feel as I needed to and, after all, isn’t that the point?