Oranges are not the only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson
This is a cute little book. Truthfully, I don’t really get the hype around it. I think I’m from the wrong generation. It is interesting that some things from the past resonate with you more than others. I understand that homosexuality especially put in contrast with religion back in the 60s was a completely different matter than it is now (or is it?) but I think we are so exposed to conflicts on a much larger scale that we have become numb and I think I might be desensitised to the individual struggles of Jeanette in this story.