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Download White Oleander Doc ☆ 446 pages ↠ ❰PDF❯ ✩ White Oleander Author Janet Fitch – Eyltransferservices.co.uk Everywhere hailed as a novel of rare beauty and power White Oleander tells the unforgettable story of Ingrid a brilliant poet imprisoned for murder and her daughter Astrid whose odyssey through a serMprisoned for murder and her daughter Astrid whose odyssey through a series of Los Angeles foster homes each its own universe w This is Astrid’s storyWe meet her first when she is twelve and in Ingrid’s her mother careIngrid is a woman of such rare unearthly beauty as to be most likely found in dreams Fitch describes her through Astrid’s eyes gradually poetically using very sparse language as the story unfolds with words that sing the pages glistening with the image reflected from her eyes The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert shrivelling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw Only the oleanders thrived their delicate poisonous blossoms their dagger green leaves We could not sleep in the hot dry nights my mother and I I woke up at midnight to find her bed empty I climbed to the roof and easily spotted her blonde hair like a white flame in the light of the three uarter moon I sat next to her and we stared out at the city that hummed and glittered like a computer chip deep in some unknowable machine holding its secret like a poker hand The edge of her white kimono flapped open in the wind and I could see her breast low and full Her beauty was like the edge of a very sharp knife Ingrid also covets beauty in all its many forms Beauty was my mother’s law her religion You could do anything you wanted as long as you were beautiful as long as you did things beautifully If you weren’t you just didn’t exist She had drummed it into my head since I was small She becomes so wrapped up in her own world her own needs that Astrid’s no longer filter through We swam in the hot auamarine of the pool late at night in the clatter of palms and the twinkle of the new scoured sky My mother floated on her back humming to herself “God I love this She splashed gently with her fingers letting her body drift in a slow circle Isn't it funny I am enjoying my hatred so much than I ever enjoyed love Love is tempermental Tiring It makes demands Love uses you Changes its mind” Her eyes were closed Beads of water decorated her face and her hair spread out from her head like jellyfish tendrils “But hatred now That's something you can use Sculpt Wield It's hard or soft however you need it Love humiliates you but hatred cradles you It's so soothing When Ingrid is imprisoned Astrid is fostered out to a series of homes in Los Angeles her mother an ever present part of the baggage that she carries with her This is such a beautifully written story So simple the words arranged to please the ear one after the other melodic in their cadence and rhythm But Astrid’s is not a pretty story I gave her to the uiet boy with short cropped hair and straggly beard followed the fat boy back into the bushes behind the bathrooms He unbuckled his pants pushed them down over his hips I knelt on a bed of pine needles like a supplicant like a sinner Not like a lover He leaned against the white stucco wall of the bathroom as I prayed with him in my mouth his hands in my hairIt is too real too raw to conform to anyone’s preconceived notion of beauty And yet Fitch makes it sing with her beautiful simple words I left walking backwards so I wouldn’t miss a moment of her I hated the idea of going back to Marvel’s so I walked around the block feeling Olivia's arms around me my nose full of perfume and the smell of her skin my head swirling with what I

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Ith its own laws its own dangers its own hard lessons to be learned becomes a redeeming and surprising journey of self discover There must be a reason why I've been able to recall many of the books I've read over the years but that it took me until one of my most restless and procrastibatory nights in front of the blank Word doc to dredge this one up from the recesses of memory even though I read it within the past year or twoI'm pretty sure I know what that reason is too it's because on some level I'm embarrassed that I read this book and that I actually really liked itI'm pretty sure I know where that embarrassment comes from too it's rooted in some pretty deep level misogyny and discomfort about my most womany womanliness or something like that anywayThis book is the most Oprahiest Book Clubby selection I've ever read in my life It's also the most estrogened out hyper womany fiction I can even begin to think of All the criticisms and stereotypes I and a lot of you hold about lady lit are present here by the bundle poetic even overwrought language; melodramatic plotting; over the top characters; vivid sensual description; almost fetishistic focus on sex sexuality and relationships aw crap I don't even know what my dreadful vestigial stereotypes about women's fiction are only I'm 10000% sure this book fulfilled all of them It's called WHITE FUKKIN OLEANDER for PETE'S SAKEHere's where the internalized misogyny comes in of course because WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT??? This book was far from perfect there are some valid and gender neutral criticisms I have of it but it was good and I enjoyed it and the fact is that I apparently find this somehow embarrassing and on some level must think I should really be digging on Chuck Palahniuk or Ernest Hemingway or that guy who writes those series books about old timey sailing ships that middle aged men love so much Like that is way respectable or something ARGH Have all these thousands of dollars and book hours spent on feminist indoctrination been for naught??? I ENJOYED WHITE OLEANDER Yes of course it did get a bit too silly for me at times but on the whole I THOUGHT IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD STORYOkay it was melodramatic but that's part of what made it good It's about this blonde shorty with a crazy really horrid white witch of a psycho blonde poet mother who is scorned by this chumpy seeming LA cheeseball in a Hawaiian shirt and hell hath no fury like a psycho poet lady the mom kills guy goes to prison blah blah blah So the kid Astrid or maybe Ingrid? I forget winds up in foster care and the book is her bouncing around from LA foster home to foster home and experiencing as my own mother put it all these different types of momsLike Push another book I need to review there are moments you cannot believe the author was able to type with a straight face You're like NO come ON this is RIDICULOUS You can't POSSIBLY make ANOTHER outlandishly bad thing happen to this poor defenseless character Pull yourself together Janet I CAN'T take this seriously Like at one point the girl gets attacked by a dog and I actually started laughing BUT NONE OF IT IS MORE RIDICULOUS THAN JUDE THE OBSCURE WHICH WAS NOT LAST TIME I CHECKED PART OF OPRAH'S BOOK CLUB LADY WRITERS DO NOT HAVE A MONOPOLY ON THIS KIND OF PATHOSAnyway I liked this book I can't believe I'm so defensive about it I must really have issues But do

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White OleanderEverywhere hailed as a novel of rare beauty and power White Oleander tells the unforgettable story of Ingrid a brilliant poet i Well what was I supposed to rate it? I did work awfully hard on WO still like it Sad to think Oprah's book club is all over it was uite an experience