Sexing the Cherry was the book that introduced me to Jeanette Winterson. What a book it was! I love the way Winterson writes; fragmentary, intense, strong and evocative. It's better to read Oranges are the Not the Only Fruit, her partly autobiographical novel before reading this one. This book is autobiographical and is more like a more mature version of Oranges are Not the Only Fruit. She wrote Oranges are Not the Only Fruit when she was 24, and again in her fifties, she revisits her childhood and gives us a more unpleasant but honest account of her childhood days in Northern England.