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    <![CDATA[Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit]]>
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    <![CDATA[Jeanette is a bright and rebellious orphan who is adopted into an evangelical household in the dour, industrial North of England and finds herself embroidering grim religious mottoes and shaking her little tambourine for Jesus. But as this budding missionary comes of age, and comes to terms with her unorthodox sexuality, the peculiar balance of her God-fearing household dissolves. Jeanette's insistence on listening to the truths of her own heart and mind - and on reporting them with wit and passion - makes for an unforgettable chronicle of an eccentric, moving passage into adulthood. ]]>
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  <read_at>Fri Oct 26 00:00:00 -0700 2007</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[You need a lot of patience for Jeanette Winterson's weird little Beowulfesque tangents, but if you can get past that, there are little gems of brilliant clarity scattered throughout.<br/><br/>For me, this bit redeems all the boring parts:<br/><br/>&quot;But where was God now, with heaven full of...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/8220832">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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