Flowers by Kellyn Roth {Book Review}

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~ Description 
When her husband leaves to fight in the war, Adele feels even more lost and confused. In a new, less-than-ideal place in a frightening, less-than-ideal time, she flees to the garden with her daughters, determined to make their new house a home, even if it is from the outside in.
Battered by her own inner turmoil and scoffed at by those close to her, Adele seeks to make something beautiful amidst chaos. But can even the most beautiful flowers cover the years of scars?


~ My Rating 
4 stars 


~ My Review 
After reading an early version of this story on the author's blog last spring, I jumped at the chance to review the published version. And I was not disappointed. :) 

Flowers is a very sweet story, and I dearly enjoyed it. I read The Lady of the Vineyard back around the time of its release and, while I liked it, Adele was not a favorite of mine. I liked Judy. I loved Troy. But I just couldn't really relate to Adele.

This short-story did a great job of making Adele more easy to connect to for me. I still love Troy (#always), Judy is adorable, Adele is learning and growing, and the jokes are the best. <3

I loved the metaphor of the flowers to Adele's journey. Nicely done, and so sweet too. :)


**I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest review.**

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