The author adopts a dual narrative structure of polyphony. One is the narrative of Janet's early life, and the other is her own fairy tales and Bible stories. She said that stories can help a person understand the world. Actually, it's another narrative way of my childhood memories.
Every title in the book comes from the title of the chapter in the Bible. A reporter once asked Janet why, and she replied, "I want to write my own Bible!" " "
Oranges originated in China and spread all over Eurasia by Arabs. There are many kinds of oranges, such as Spanish navel orange, Pakistani jaafar orange, Seville ripe orange and so on. And all the fruits in our family, fruit salad, fruit pie, fruit cream cup, fruit punch, devil fruit, passion fruit, rotten fruit, Sunday fruit ... orange is the only fruit.
Oranges are the only fruit, religion is my mother's only belief, and missionaries are the only life path my mother chose for me.
When I was sick, my mother gave me an orange, the only fruit, she always said.
I didn't advance into a new life in time, nor did I go back to the old days in time. But through time, I became what I could be and tried my best to play her to the end.
This book tells a story about how a girl explores the road of life and becomes her own when facing all kinds of doubts and repression.
She should have been an excellent missionary, but then she fell in love with a girl, which the church thought was the devil, the orange devil, and finally she was betrayed and abandoned, so sad that she was almost cruel. There are many kinds of betrayal, but betrayal is always betrayal, no matter when and where. In the face of the breaking of various routines and the collapse of the wall, both girls and mothers can grow up. The world is big, and you meet many people. Everyone has many kinds of life, and there is not only one kind of love. Oranges are never the only fruit.
About home: home, a real home, should have tables and chairs and a few cups of tea at home, but I can't integrate into a home, I can't abandon my home; She has tied a thread on my button, and she can hold me as long as she is happy.
About life: one day, we will find that the wall has collapsed, and there are other worlds, destinies and other possibilities outside.
We accept teaching, knowledge and the boundaries between right and wrong, truth and fiction. Oranges are never the only fruit.
I have my own theory. Every time I make a big decision, I will separate myself and continue to live another life that I should have. Some people have a strong aura, and some people can create completely different selves outside themselves. This is not an idiotic dream.
Every part of me lingers between the decisions I made and the decisions I didn't make, only occasionally meeting and passing by.
I long for someone to love me fiercely until I die, to understand that love is as powerful as death and to stand by me forever. I long for someone to destroy me and be destroyed by me. There is so much love in the world that some people can spend their lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming thing; Hit the nail on the head, suggesting strength. Otherwise, who can call you home on a wild night? Only people who know your name can.
Romantic love was diluted into a paperback sensational novel, which sold thousands of copies.
There is no choice but to lose.
Life is an alternation of sadness and happiness. Courage takes you to paddle forward and swim upstream.