I don’t think I have the words to do this justice. It’s everything ever written in the best way — and I will recommend it forever.
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what an incredible piece of writing. for much of this book, i was affected by every single sentence. absolutely gorgeous prose & really beautiful use of metaphor and simile. truly JW has an excellent command over words and story. 

i felt that by the time she gets into her adoption paper search in the back third ish of the book that it was a bit harder to read, possibly because it is such an intensely personal and specific experience that i can't even imagine going through it.

still, this is such a wonderful and sad book and i am really going to be thinking about it for a while. 

I started reading this book right after I finished her other book [b:Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit|15055|Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit|Jeanette Winterson|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1267717580l/15055._SY75_.jpg|1411520] and I really liked it but I gave it four stars. This book was like Oranges but just a few steps higher. Oranges felt pretty real but this book just had so much more depth to it. I liked her straight to the point here are the facts style when she was telling stories, but I also loved the breaks where she just talked about her thoughts and beliefs, almost even philosophy. I related to the Jeanette in Oranges but I related to this one even more. There were so many times where I just stopped reading and reread the last few sentences because they were so quotable. I will definitely be rereading this one day and when I do I will have to have a highlighter with me. I loved the story and her style in general and I loved all of the quotable things she added into it, without them feeling forced? If that makes sense? The entire story just flowed and worked really well even though it wasn't told in a linear style, I think it not being in chronological order was actually for the best and made the story as great as it is. Anyway, this book probably isn't everyone's favorite but it is definitely one of mine.

as someone who grew up in a quite secluded or limited family, jeanette winterson truly has a gift for storytelling. the emotions that was poured in this memoir of hers made my heart sank into the deepest depths of the void i didn’t knew existed before — a new kind.

this was a read that i picked up on a whim and yet it was immensely gut-wrenching and graze that mother wound you never knew existed within you before.

jeanette winterson, you have intrigued me.

Un libro hermoso y divertido. Al terminar de leerlo ni siquiera creo que sea triste. Como Jeanette dice casi al final: su madre era un monstruo pero era su monstruo.

Sin las cosas duras, terribles e injustas que vivió de niña no sería la adulta que es, y no se trata de justificar el maltrato o la negligencia, pero sí de entender que todo lo que nos pasa nos marca de alguna manera, para bien, para mal y para cosas que ni siquiera a los cincuenta años seremos capaces de poner en alguno de los dos lados, porque nos han dejado lo mejor y lo peor. Jeanette no sería la escritora que es. Tal vez ni siquiera sería escritora.

Me gustaron mucho todas las cosas que dice sobre escribir, sobre literatura, sobre machismo a nivel académico, sobre el amor, sobre no saber ser amado, sobre la pérdida, sobre ser adoptado. En fin, sobre ser humano.

Sin duda es de mis lecturas favoritas del año.

"İçimde biri vardı -bir başka parçam- artık nasıl tanımlamak istiyorsanız; öylesine hasarlıydı ki, huzur bulabilmek için beni ölü görmeye bile hazırdı."
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“…my mother didn't want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books — that I put myself inside them for safe keeping.”

I am so upset at myself for taking 3 whole months to read this one. But I am SO glad I finished reading it TODAY. This specific week. At this specific point of time in my life. It makes the most sense.

“I thought, ‘If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going.’ I began to realise that I had company. Writers are often exiles, outsiders, runaways and castaways. These writers were my friends. Every book was a message in a bottle. Open it.”

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