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White Oleander by Janet Fitch
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Read in January, 2004

The best book I have ever read. The movie was horrifyingly awful and whoever directed it clearly did not understand the story.
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Janet Fitch
“The phoenix must burn to emerge.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Janet Fitch
“I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Janet Fitch
“Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Janet Fitch
“The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Janet Fitch
“I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Janet Fitch
“I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked god if they could stay. ”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander


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