A review by lavrendy
Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

2.0

I sped through this one because I wasn’t really enjoying it but was curious to see where it went. And while there were some rewarding passages at the end, I’m still not satisfied. The writing was odd and messy and I feel validated to see exact phrases that baffled me being quoted in other reviews on here.

Even with the confusing prose and repetitive lore strewn throughout, this book definitely delivered in the religious inner conflict department. It simultaneously felt overcooked (religion/metaphors) and half-baked (self-acceptance/reckoning) by the end. The author was so young when she wrote it though, I’m sure her later works include more on her journey after leaving her church.