You know a book is good when you’re reading it at work and decide to buy it so you can finish it over your lunch break and then take it home with you because you just can’t resist…
The Sun and Her Flowers is the best book I’ve read so far this year. In fact, I think it’s better than anything I read last year too. It made cry… whilst working on the tills. It at times completely changed my way of thinking, hitting me with epiphanies that seemed too obvious yet I found myself realising I had never thought that way before. Other times, it affirmed my views and made me exclaim (in my head) “Thank you. Finally, someone with some sense.”
The book is a collection of poems, many of which could not standalone (but many of which could) that weave together perfectly to create a book which is not quite a novel told in verse, not quite a collection of poetry. It mixes storytelling with thematic exploration in a way which leaves the reader to link the bits of the story together.
And the thematic exploration itself is incredibly topical and insightful. The book deals with themes of loss and love, but also with self-acceptance, women’s issues, and immigration. I found myself writing down page numbers to return to (and have since marked these pages out).
This will now be my go to book for when I first get my heart broken (or if my love life goes better than expected, the first book I recommend to anyone else who is heart broken). I would like to recommend it to my mum, who like the mum in the book gave up so much for me. I would like to recommend it to anyone who gets angry, at themselves or the world, who feels the need to learn to love themselves, who feels out of place in the world, or sympathises with those that do.
(Aka: please read this book. Just do it. Please.)