The Last Tale of The Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi truly has a chokehold on me.
I’m obsessed with books that have prose so gorgeous you could drown in it, the ones where the sentences are so rich they take your breath away. I can’t stop thinking about The Last Tale of the Flower Bride and honestly I want to eat this prose with silver spoon.
“But she saw something in me. Something that turned her kiss into a knife that cut me free from the dark.”
The story is also this claustrophobic, glittering gothic meets fairytale obsession (such a me book if ever I read one) and the obsessive love of Indigo and the Bridegroom and their toxic secrets and shared, fantastical delusions was entrancing. I love how the fed off each other with their need for a life so entrenched in fairy tales and mythology that they didn’t have to really participate in reality. Everything was a game, or a dare, or a test. They way she is everything and he is nothing, and yet he proved her match in their battles of wit and whimsy.
I also really loved the split timeline, how in the past we get to see Azure’s point of view, the little girl Indigo grew up with, and their codependent friendship. It gives us this new angel to the story, this way to learn Indigo (we do not get to be inside her head), and I just loved this. The way the story is about two people’s adoration and obsession of this unknowable, rich, intoxicating person.
I saw the twist coming but I loved how it landed. And an old sentient gothic house that has opinions and changes as the book goes on?! Everything I want in a book. The whole thing is a gorgeous fever dream.
“You never forget the moment when beauty turns to horror.”
I also love how it was fully drenched in whimsy and fantasy but yet was it all in their heads? We shall never know. This is already my favourite read of 2024.
“This is why fairy tales are dangerous: their words sneak into your veins and travel into the chambers of your heart, where they whisper of your exceptionalism. They say: Ah, but remember the boy who walked into the woods and came out a king? Oh, but what of the girl who was kicked and slept in ashes? Remember the man who was only kind and so life bent around the shape of his smile? But we are not exceptional.”
Once upon a time, a man who believed in fairy tales married a beautiful, mysterious woman named Indigo Maxwell-Casteñada. He was a scholar of myths. She was heiress to a fortune. They exchanged gifts and stories and believed they would live happily ever after—and in exchange for her love, Indigo extracted a promise: that her bridegroom would never pry into her past.
But when Indigo learns that her estranged aunt is dying and the couple is forced to return to her childhood home, the House of Dreams, the bridegroom will soon find himself unable to resist. For within the crumbling manor’s extravagant rooms and musty halls, there lurks the shadow of another girl: Azure, Indigo’s dearest childhood friend who suddenly disappeared. As the house slowly reveals his wife’s secrets, the bridegroom will be forced to choose between reality and fantasy, even if doing so threatens to destroy their marriage… or their lives.
Combining the lush, haunting atmosphere of Mexican Gothic with the dreamy enchantment of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride is a spellbinding and darkly romantic page-turner about love and lies, secrets and betrayal, and the stories we tell ourselves to survive.