A particularly poignant sentence that caught my eye from Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson is on page 132 when she says "I lay for a long time watching the oranges. They were pretty, but not much help. I was going to need more than an icon to get me through this one." For some reason that sentence struck me instantly. I couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't talking about oranges at all at that point, but rather Jesus Christ and the fact that He is the icon for her faith and religious beliefs. She seemed to be saying that she used to lay all her faith in His taking care of the situation, but that it was different this time; that she was going to have to handle things differently, that she was seeing things differently. My suspicions seemed to be confirmed as she slowly comes away from her church through the rest of the book. I don't really have much more to say about it, just that it was particulary jarring for me. I don't usually take to reading into words too much, and symbology interpretation isn't my strong point, so it was odd that it stuck out like it did.