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 Accring
ton, an adopted child, and the thwarted giantess Mrs Winterson. It was a cover s
tory, 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 f
ierce love of life.
It is about the pursuit of happiness, about lessons in lo
ve, the search for a mother and a journey into madness and out again. It is gene
rous, honest and true.
