Quite enjoyed this book except, unlike some of the other reviewers, I did not like the voice or the accent of the person that read it. I found it hard to understand her at times and her voice was not easy on the ears. I almost gave up on this book because of it. I'm glad I didn't.
This is a wonderful story about women in Iran. The reader does a magnificent job of telling the story. The Blood of Flowers paints a beautiful picture of what life was like during the period of this story and how complex family life and expectations involved the place of women. Well worth the time to read.
WOW, this was an awesome book, i hope this author writes more. i had this for a long time before trying.
Fantastic, this is a no risk winner far as im concerned
The story itself is both lovely and ugly, and the narrator's voice is just the same.
I'm not exactly sure how to summarize or quantify this book; it's a glimpse into the life of a girl born in 17th century Iran, with all of the small joys and large pains that such a life entails.
It's a story of poverty, betrayal, and redemption, but it's not told in a traditional fairy-tale way, where the redemption equates to marrying a prince and living happily ever after. Bottom line; it's well worth a credit, especially if you have any interest at all Arab culture.
This could almost be titled Carpets, Carpets, Sucks to be a Poor Muslim Woman, and More Carpets. Not the most enthralling story, but an interesting look into another world. Disappointing support from her family. A portion of time focuses on her affair with her lover/husband. Tastefully presented, but could be explicit to some readers. The narrator definitely has a raspy voice which takes some getting used to.
This book propels you immediately into 700AD Iraqi. The sights, the smell, the people and the especially the colors of the carpets. This is a girl coming of age story, the girl is wise beyond her years; if not many centuries wiser. Through all the trials,tributions and humilations she endears, I saw my own story reflected, hungry, pain, hopelessness, but like the Pheonix, she (and I) rose above it all. This would be a great book club selection,