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The farmer’s daughter is one of Anita’s two best friends at the beginning of the novel. Meena finds Sherrie pretty and sometimes wishes she looked like her. When Sherrie receives a horse, Anita begins to spend most of her time with her at her farm. Although Sherrie does not have a clearly defined personality, she proves most willing to follow Anita’s decisions, for example making fun of the nuns at Fat Sally’s school and listening to Anita’s boasts about beating up the Indian bank manager. Sherrie’s family moves out of Tollington by the end of the novel, after her father is compensated for the invasion of the motorway on part of his farm.
Sherrie Quotes in Anita and Me
The Anita and Me quotes below are all either spoken by Sherrie or refer to Sherrie. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Chapter 9
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Sherrie did not even know that her parents were thinking of moving, Sherrie and Anita did not know what I suddenly realised now, that Deirdre had no intention, ever, of buying Anita a horse. Sorrow flooded me until it rose up to my eyes and made them sting. Anita, the same skinny harpy who had just narrowly missed gouging out another girl’s eyes, was now whispering lover’s endearments into a fat pony’s ears. She needed me maybe more than I needed her. There is a fine line between love and pity and I had just stepped over it.
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Sherrie Quotes in Anita and Me
The Anita and Me quotes below are all either spoken by Sherrie or refer to Sherrie. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 9
Quotes
Sherrie did not even know that her parents were thinking of moving, Sherrie and Anita did not know what I suddenly realised now, that Deirdre had no intention, ever, of buying Anita a horse. Sorrow flooded me until it rose up to my eyes and made them sting. Anita, the same skinny harpy who had just narrowly missed gouging out another girl’s eyes, was now whispering lover’s endearments into a fat pony’s ears. She needed me maybe more than I needed her. There is a fine line between love and pity and I had just stepped over it.
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