Finding Violet Park
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Narrated by the most compelling voice since Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, this is a quirky and original voyage of self-discovery triggered by a lost urn of ashes.
The mini cab office was up a cobbled mews with little flat houses either side. That's where I first met Violet Park, what was left of her. There was a healing centre next door, a pretty smart name for a place with a battered brown door and no proper door handle and stuck-on wooden numbers in the shape of clowns. The 3 of number 13 was a w stuck on sideways and I thought it was kind of sad and I liked it at the same time.
Sixteen-year-old Lucas Swain becomes intrigued by the urn of ashes left in a cab office. Convinced that its occupant – Violet Park – is communicating with him, he contrives to gain possession of the urn, little realising that his quest will take him on a voyage of self-discovery and identity, forcing him to finally confront what happened to his absent (and possibly dead) father…
at the right time. And then everybody finds out the truth, whether they want to or not. EIGHT Bob Cutforth was a man with secrets. He used to have a mountain of them and now he doesn’t have any. He says that it’s better this way, but it must have been pretty painful getting found out again and again, like he did, and losing everything, bit by bit. The thing I really like about Bob, my absolute favourite thing about him, is that he is way happier now with nothing than he ever was before. Bob
smoking dope. I put VIOLET PARK in the search field and got 71,600 items. And she was there, my Violet, about halfway down page 1 of 832 which went something like this. A book called Violet Fire by Somebody Park that seemed to be about the colour of a girl’s eyes. The Violet Voice and a load of other stuff from the African Violet Society, headed up by a lady called Mrs Park. A site called FLOWERS ARE FOREVER about two little girls in America called Janice and Violet who died in a fire, and a
that when she’s driving. Me: OK. Jed, can we get back to Dad? This is really important. Jed: Grandad says Dad was a wankster. Me: Does he? Why? Jed: Sometimes he thinks I’m Dad. He calls me Peter. Sometimes he remembers that Dad isn’t here any more. Sometimes he thinks you’re Dad. Me: Yeah, I know. Jed: He thought you were Dad in the park the other day and he called you a wankster. Can you undo these? I need the loo. Me: Why did Grandad call me that? Jed: I told you, cos he thought you
end.” “What end?” I said, but Norman didn’t say anything. “Did Dad tell you he was leaving?” I said. Norman looked hard at me and said, “Do you think I wouldn’t remember a thing like that?” “I don’t know, Grandad,” I said, which was a lie. “Do you think I’d leave everybody wondering and not knowing, if I knew?” he said, and I shook my head and said, “No” but I could tell just by looking at him that he knew he couldn’t remember. And I felt for Norman, I really did. It wasn’t the same for us.
Branford Boase Award. Jenny’s books have also been shortlisted for the Costa Children’s Book Award, the Waterstones Children’s Book Prize and the Booktrust Teenage Book Prize, as well as three further Carnegie Medal nominations. Books by Jenny Valentine Finding Violet Park Broken Soup The Any Colony The Double Life of Cassiel Roadnight Fire Colour One About the Publisher Australia Level 13, 201 Elizabeth Street Sydney, NSW 2000, Australia http://www.harpercollinsebooks.com.au Canada