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    <![CDATA[Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit]]>
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    <![CDATA[Jeanette, the protagonist of <em>Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit</em> and the author's namesake, has issues--&quot;unnatural&quot; ones: her adopted mam thinks she's the Chosen one from God; she's beginning to fancy girls; and an orange demon keeps popping into her psyche. Already Jeanette Winterson's semi-autobiographical first novel is not your typical coming-of-age tale. <br/><br/>Brought up in a working-class Pentecostal family, up North, Jeanette follows the path her Mam has set for her. This involves Bible quizzes, a stint as a tambourine-playing Sally Army officer and a future as a missionary in Africa, or some other &quot;heathen state&quot;. When Jeanette starts going to school (&quot;The Breeding Ground&quot;) and confides in her mother about her feelings for another girl (&quot;Unnatural Passions&quot;), she's swept up in a feverish frenzy for her tainted soul. Confused, angry and alone, Jeanette strikes out on her own path, that involves a funeral parlour and an ice-cream van. Mixed in with the so-called reality of Jeanette's existence growing up are unconventional fairy tales that transcend the everyday world, subverting the traditional preconceptions of the damsel in distress.<br/><br/>In <em>Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit</em>, Winterson knits a complicated picture of teenage angst through a series of layered narratives, incorporating and subverting fairytales and myths, to present a coherent whole, within which her stories can stand independently. Imaginative and mischievous, she is a born storyteller, teasing and taunting the reader to reconsider their worldview. --<em>Nicola Perry</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[favorite excerpts: <br/><br/>&quot;I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know that if God is you...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1573400">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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