This is a book that you'll either love or hate and I fell into the former category. As a reader, we follow Jeanette Winterson as she grows up in, what can only be described as, a dysfunctional household where she's locked out on the front step overnight by her adopted mother. Fortunately, Ms Winterson discovers books and manages to flee both her "home" and Accrington. The book then charts her time at Oxford, her search for the birth mother and a mental breakdown. The words flow freely and the structure is jumbled but out of the seeming chaos, a work of beauty emerges. What resonates through is her love of books and her fierce belief in herself. Which is amazing, as she grew up with very little love or support. I read this book in multiple sittings over two days only because my family won't let me sit and read for an entire day, which I would have loved to do with this book.