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The shocking, heart-breaking - and often very funny - true story behind Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit The shocking, heart-breaking - and often very funny - true story behind Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit. In 1985 Jeanette Winterson's first novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, was published. It was Jeanette's version of the story of a terraced house in Accrington, an adopted child, and the thwarted giantess Mrs Winterson. It was a cover story, a painful past written over and repainted. It was a story of survival. This book is that story's the silent twin. It is full of hurt and humour and a fierce love of life. It is about the pursuit of happiness, about lessons in love, the search for a mother and a journey into madness and out again. It is generous, honest and true. 'Unforgettable... It's the best book I have ever read about the cost of growing up' Daisy Goodwin, Sunday Times **ONE OF THE GUARDIAN'S 100 BEST BOOKS OF THE 21st CENTURY**

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Unforgettable... It's the best book I have ever read about the cost of growing up. -- Daisy Goodwin Sunday Times Vivid, unpredictable, and sometimes mind-rattling memoir... This book... which had been funny enough to make me laugh out loud more times than is advisable on the No 12 bus - turns into something raw and unnerving -- Julie Myerson Observer This is certainly the most moving book of Winterson's I have ever read... but it wriggles with humour... At one point I was crying so much I had tears in my ears. There is much here that is impressive, but what I find most unusual about it is the way it deepens one's sympathy, for everyone involved -- Zoe Williams Guardian In the 26 years since the publication of her highly acclaimed first novel, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson has proved herself a writer of startling invention, originality and style. Her combination of the magical and the earthy, the rapturous and the matter-of-fact, is unique. It is a strange and felicitous gift, as if the best of Gabriel Garcia Marquez was combined with the best of Alan Bennett... This remarkable account is, among other things, a powerful argument for reading... This memoir is brave and beautiful, a testament to the forces of intelligence, heart and imagination. It is a marvellous book and generous one Spectator Both inspiring and appalling, its cruellest details only made digestible by the restrained elegance of Winterson's prose Independent on Sunday

A fierce and funny exploration of her past and of what it means to belong. <br>-- The Telegraph <br> <br> At every turn . . . her fresh, vivid way of putting things stops one dead in admiration. <br>-- The New York Times <br> <br> She writes in flights of poetry. . . . She is equally deft with straightforward prose, in which she makes sharp, wry observations on her myriad themes--love, sex, technology, society, art, the life and death of the spirit. <br>-- San Francisco Chronicle <br><br> Blazingly good. <br>-- Daily Mail <br> <br> Arguably the finest and most hopeful memoir to emerge in many years, and, as such, it really should not be missed. <br>-- The Times <br> <br> Breathtaking: witty, biblical, chatty and vigorous all at once.... Powerful. <br>-- Financial Times <br> <br> Remarkable.... Brave and beautiful, a testament to the forces of intelligence, heart and imagination. It is a marvellous book and a generous one. <br>-- The Spectator

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Jeanette Winterson CBE was born in Manchester. She published her first novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, at twenty-five. Over two decades later she revisited that material in her internationally bestselling memoir Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?. Winterson has written thirteen novels for adults and two previous collections of short stories, as well as children's books, non-fiction and screenplays. She is Professor of New Writing at the University of Manchester. She lives in the Cotswolds in a wood and in Spitalfields, London.

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