I wish I could hug these characters. That’s how deeply they stay with you even after the last page is turned. " Daisies in the Wild " isn’t just a story — it’s an embrace, a reminder of friendships that carried us through the most confusing years of our lives.
Inayat, Pema, and Nidra feel so real that at some point, you stop seeing them as characters and start seeing them as people you once knew. Their laughter feels familiar, their heartbreak aches in your chest, and their bond reminds you of those irreplaceable school friends who shaped your world in ways you never fully realized back then.
The writing has a softness to it — simple yet rich, like conversations you have with your closest friend late into the night. There’s honesty in the way it captures growing up: the thrill of first love, the sting of misunderstandings, the silence of unspoken words, and the comfort of knowing you’re not alone in any of it. What touched me most was how the author weaves joy and ache together, making you laugh on one page and pause with a lump in your throat on the next.
And beyond the personal, the story doesn’t shy away from the bigger picture — the unrest, the struggles, the backdrop that shapes these girls’ lives. Yet through all of it, their friendship becomes their anchor, their safe place, and their wild daisies growing against every odd.
It’s the kind of book that makes you want to revisit your own school days, your old friends, maybe even that one memory you’ve tucked away for years. It doesn’t just tell you a story — it invites you to feel, to remember, and to hold on a little tighter to the people who once made your world brighter.
If I could, I’d hug these characters. Since I can’t, I’ll hug this book instead — and I promise, if you pick it up, you’ll want to do the same.