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Download White Oleander Mobi Î 446 pages Í 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 series of Los Angeles foster homes each its own universe with its own laws its own dangers its own haEverywhere 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

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Mprisoned 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 had seen and heard in the house so much like ours and yet not at all And I realised as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality In a single block there could be fifty separate worlds Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next doorAs I read this I became overwhelmed with the number of passages that I wanted to secrete away to take out and read again Perhaps that explained the worn and tattered condition of the book I held within my hands pages yellowing stained and dog eared or soiled in some other way by the fingers of less careful readers Truly I have done it several times now I can let this fall open to any page and find one of these passages That was the thing about words they were clear and specific chair eye stone but when you talked about feelings words were too stiff they were this and not that they couldn't include all the meanings In defining they always left something outDon’t miss a wordread this one for yourselves

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White OleanderIth its own laws its own dangers its own hard lessons to be learned becomes a redeeming and surprising journey of self discover this is a horrifying book not necessarily for the story's content which IS horrifying but for it's plot execution characterization and particularly its overcooked writing some observations 1 astrid the novel's protagonist a fourteen year old girl is a thoroughly contradictory character some people have written that astrid is not your 'average' teenage girl and that she is 'gifted' if she were such a girl i would expect much of her i'm not a psychologist nor have i ever been shot but i suspect any fourteen year old girl who's mother was sent to prison for murder who offered herself sexually to a man three times her age is shot by her first foster mother performs oral sex on a boy in exchange for 12 bag of marijuana would be SEVERLY emotionally disturbed and troubled astrid however seems to care less that she was nearly murdered instead she focuses on and longs for her sexual encounters with ray remember this is a FOURTEEN year old girl astrid blows her credibility as a narrator very early on because no one who's gone through her experiences would be in as good as shape as she is it also discredits her as a character and with a discredited character the novel doesn't stand a chance think about a fourteen year old girl you know now imagine her beaten shot mother in prison for murder sexually loose and yearning for a lover three times her age it simply wouldn't happen 2 the plot i have trouble with any novel where the plot is advanced by a series of tragedies or dire circumstances often than not it's a gimmick or crutch inexperienced writers rely on when realistic ideas for authentic plots run thin read joan didion or toni morrison or steinbeck and how see how they use tragedy it's real honest and most importanly believable most of the 'white oleander's' is simply too unrealistic 3 the prose borderline comical i'm awe struck to read how many people have praised fitch's prose fitch's use of similie is so overdone and forced that it slows the narrative down to a snail's pace similes should be used judiciously and flow naturally fitch on the other hand find it's necessary to inject as many as four or five similies in just about every paragraph and most of them just ring false the 'white' metaphor is also an unfortunate victim count the number of times fitch uses 'white' to describe astrid ingrid clothes food dishes the sky she beats the 'white' metaphor and never lets the reader decipher it for themselves the majority of the book is over described; the sex scenes in particular are dreadful i don't want to read how a fourteen year old remembers every graphic detail of performing oral sex on a middle aged man it's too much a 14 year old girl who's performed oral sex on a man is not going to long for it again i can tell you that further at one point astrid sees a shiny convertible compares it to a man and imagines herself climaxing while laying on its hood; during her encounter with ray she describes the act as riding a horse through the surf good grief4 the characters and uniformly cliched and poorly drawn astrid's mother is the self absorbed feminist poet her first foster mother is a bible thumping floozy; her stepmother's boyfriend is the object of astrid's desires even though he's then three times her age; the second stepmother is demanding and her husband is uiet and reserved; and of course we have the 'hooker with a heart of gold' who takes astrid under her wing in fact the professional prostitute is the only emotionally stable and 'nice' character in the entire 150 pages that i read i'm sure that as most of the teenage girls grow up and mature they'll see 'white oleander' for what is is an immature novel masuerading as high literature and i sincerely hope that no young women identify with astrid in any way that's the real tragedy