Review - Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

I liked this more than I liked Sexing The Cherry. It just seemed to flow easier, to come together better. There were fewer moments where I sat up and said, 'that's beautiful', but it worked better for me as a whole -- the weird Arthurian/fairy tale interludes notwithstanding, even. I'm wary of labelling it autobiography or memoir, based on what I read, though goodreads reviews tell me that's what it is -- at least semi-autobiography.

Jeannette Winterson's writing is lovely. At parts I didn't really 'get' the imagery -- like the orange devil or whatever it was -- and didn't see the point, but the writing kept me interested anyway. The relationships between her and various other girls interested me -- and reminded me of my first fumbling forays into sexuality, too.

Strangely enough, though it worked better for me, I don't have the same urge to own it as I did Sexing The Cherry. I can't picture myself going back to it, not even for particular special passages (which is why I own Sexing The Cherry).

Easier to read, easier to relate to, yet less enchanting, I suppose.