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White Oleander
by Janet Fitch
White Oleander is a book I recommend for every woman to read at least once in their life. There are so many words I have to describe this book but at the same time it has left me speechless.
In the beginning you are introduced to Astrid and her mother Ingrid who is an aspiring poet. You can tell that Ingrid is a bit off just from the way she talks and looks at the world around her. At times you think its genius and other times insanity.
After Astrid’s mother is sent to prison for murder Astrid has to learn to navigate the world on her own as an orphan bouncing from one foster home to the next.
There are many times while reading this book you just want to cry for Astrid, or yell out “please someone just help her!” She experiences so much unnecessary pain as a child, it’s almost hard to read, and even harder to think that there really are children in the world right now going through the same things. It breaks my heart.
The only good part about Astrid being passed around from one messed up home to the next is that she grows from her experiences into a much stronger person that she might never have been. She takes every lesson she learns and every scar she gains along the way and tattoos it on her soul and breaks free of her mother’s hold on her, but in the end to Astrid her mother will always be Home.
In the words of Astrid, “my gas tanks marked FULL”
In the beginning you are introduced to Astrid and her mother Ingrid who is an aspiring poet. You can tell that Ingrid is a bit off just from the way she talks and looks at the world around her. At times you think its genius and other times insanity.
After Astrid’s mother is sent to prison for murder Astrid has to learn to navigate the world on her own as an orphan bouncing from one foster home to the next.
There are many times while reading this book you just want to cry for Astrid, or yell out “please someone just help her!” She experiences so much unnecessary pain as a child, it’s almost hard to read, and even harder to think that there really are children in the world right now going through the same things. It breaks my heart.
The only good part about Astrid being passed around from one messed up home to the next is that she grows from her experiences into a much stronger person that she might never have been. She takes every lesson she learns and every scar she gains along the way and tattoos it on her soul and breaks free of her mother’s hold on her, but in the end to Astrid her mother will always be Home.
In the words of Astrid, “my gas tanks marked FULL”