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330 pages, Paperback
First published September 25, 2018

Title: What The Flower Says Of Death
Author: Danielle Koste
This book was slightly nerve wracking to read. Right after the death of my grandfather, this book didn't seem like the best decision but there was something irresistible about the book.
Having read Danielle Koste's previous book Pulse (Review)before, which FYI left me slightly shocked hahaha, I was looking forward to reading this book. I can now say that this book, What The Flower Says Of Death is beautiful.
Now, I understand that some people would consider the theme of this book rather morbid as it touches many taboo topics such a suicide, death, mental health but surprisingly Danielle Koste was able to write this book in such a way that It gave a lingering flicker of hope even in times of darkness.
Jack and Violet's story is pure and beautiful. I admit, there were moments that were painful to read. But....Just like Death, there is something enticing and alluring about this book. And just like life, this book makes you want to fight for the living.
There is magic in Danielle Koste's words. Her words though simple, is poetic. Each word a footprint into an overwhelming crescendo that leaves you heartbroken yet hopeful.
Honestly speaking, this book is tragic. Tragically beautiful. And in the end, What The Flower Says Of Death will leave you with a pleasant, almost bitter sweet ending.
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I was playing a dangerous game with my dark thoughts, my dangerous lover.
Being in nature always helped me calm down. In the city, the brick walls seemed to close in on me like a cell. Sometimes all the noise helped; it drowned some things out, but more often than note, it just made the bad things even louder.
Every single star is significant, because it’s each one that helps make the sky so overwhelmingly grand.
I stepped closed to the egde, leaning over to watch the dark waves crash against the rocks, violent lovers battering each other in their passion, the way my heart always pounded aganst my ribs until they were both bruised.
To know how fleeting this moment is, it hurts in the most beautiful way.