My Review: White Oleander by Janet Finch

I love words for words' sake and rarely dislike a book so strongly, but this one really got me in all the wrong ways. White Oleander is repetitive and long-winded, about 300 pages too long, sloppily-edited, gratuitous, and even exploitative. I don't require believability from fiction, but White Oleander was trite and clichéd for little higher metaphoric purpose. Much more would have been accomplished with much less.