Violet lives behind garden walls. Is she magical? Is she the devil’s child—or simply cursed? When the lonely thirteen-year-old embarks on a dangerous journey to find the one boy that dared to befriend her, she travels at night…in the dark…to keep people from seeing her purple skin. But no one is more surprised than Violet when she unlocks her mysterious gift.
Go where adventure, discovery and magic meet! Although this fun read captures the imagination of young readers, discrimination is at the core of the novel…but so are possibilities, and they appear everywhere.
Targeted Age Group: 8 to 12 (and young-at-heart adults, too!)
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The Purple Girl was born from a writer’s block exercise. A fellow writer suggested I try an exercise that would force me to take off my editing hat. My job was to write for twenty-five minutes without stopping. And there were rules. I wasn’t allowed to erase a word, revise a sentence, or pause to collect my thoughts. The Purple Girl came to me . . . and I fell in love with her story.
The story took root from a thousand pieces of life. Inspirations came from my love of books, their fantastical escapes, and my art background. Somehow, color or art always seems to wriggle its way into my writing. But children and adults that overcome obstacles are truly the heart of Violet’s story. And always lingering in the back of my mind are amazing kids that feel lonely or different.
This is how the story was told to me.
When the midwife brought me into the world, she let out a scream. Hands trembling, she swaddled me in a white blanket, leaving only a small opening so I could breathe. She refused to let my mother see me until my father appeared and stood by her side. Purple mist seeped through the white blanket, staining the midwife’s fingers.
“God help us all. This baby is cursed!” the midwife cried, thrusting me into my father’s arms. She grabbed a rag and tried to scrub the stains off her hands.
As my father unwrapped me, the color drained from his face. My mother, weak from the delivery, reached toward him…or perhaps to me.
“What’s wrong?” After a moment, he held me up.
My mother wailed when she saw her purple baby.
My father turned away from her and laid me in the cradle, far from my mother, his fingers shaking as he bundled me in the plum-colored blanket. He remained silent, wiping his purple stained palms on his pants. The stains wouldn’t stay on him forever… only a few moments…but he didn’t know that then.
“Oh, Samuel,” my mother sobbed. “How did this happen?”
My father gazed into my eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice broke.
“We’ll call her Violet.”
About the Author:
As a writer, and also a designer of tapestries with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Georgia, it is only natural for Audrey to weave visual stories. When she is not designing tapestries, she is busy conjuring up characters that find themselves in extraordinary situations. Between carpools and design work, she is plotting, scheming, writing, and revising. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, their three children, and her unruly dog, Rascals. Audrey’s favorite time to write is in the early morning while her family sleeps. With Rascals sprawled out snoring beside her, it only takes one oversized cup of coffee to get her mind moving.
Audrey is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators. She loves traveling, museums, and blackberry-apple pie. Actually, she loves all kinds of pie. And she especially loves her family—even if they aren’t purple. You can visit her at: www.audreykane.com.