Ukens smakebit kommer fra The Language of Flowers av Vanessa Diffenbaugh, s. 5-6:
I was out of breath by the time I returned to the house. The living room was empty, and I stepped inside to unwrap the dahlias. The flowers were perfect starbursts, layers of white-tipped purple petals unfurling from tight buds of a center. Biting off an elastic band, I detangled the stems. The girls would never understand the meaning of the dahlias (the meaning itself an ambiguous statement of encouragement); even so, I felt an unfamiliar lightness as I paced the long hall, slipping a stem under each closed door.
Nok en snakkis (med rette) fra BEA. Nydelig bok som har blitt sammenlignet med blandt annet Barnepiken av Kathryn Stockett og Bienes hemmelige liv av Sue Monk Kidd.