I read Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit years ago, liked it but probably didn’t appreciate it as much as I would now. Reading Winterson’s memoir which inspired that novel in 2024 was a gut punch. Honestly all you need to know is that the title is something Winterson’s (adopted) mother said to her after her daughter told her she was a lesbian. I finished this three months ago but that still hits me right in the stomach, and I’m so glad Winterson still found the strength to chase her own peace and happiness. A moving exploration of religion, class, queerness.