After a purple storm sweeps around Planet Earth, stealing millions of people, four teenagers struggle to make it alone in London.
Drawn together by a series of bizarre coincidences, Ellie, Midge, Scott and Marty soon find themselves entangled with a bunch of interfering pensioners. Among the cast of players are flamboyant hairdresser Mr Rupert, Pearl the loud-mouthed tea lady, and June, a psychic, who travels the world on her motorbike.
As the tranquillizing effects of the Purple diminish, greed and the lust for power take hold. Penny Treasure, leader of the Decision Makers Council, dreams up an idea that could destroy the world forever.
In a desperate hunt to find the missing, clues are pieced together and some shocking secrets come tumbling out of the closet.
October 23, 2012
I've decided to start a weekly posting for my never-ending list of TBR books. I'm not sure if any other blogs have started a topic like this. I just thought it would be fun.
This week I'm featuring Purple by Graham J. Sharpe. It's his debut novel that was released in paperback and ebook format in September of this year. It also was a finalist in the Kindle book review's Best Indie Books of 2012.
Excerpt from the beginning of Chapter One:
Ellie Arnold believes in reincarnation and thinks she may have been Marilyn Monroe in a previous life. When Ellie told her parents about this, they laughed out loud.
Twenty-three weeks later, June 22nd, one a.m. to be exact, Ellie tidied her freshly-bleached Marilyn Monroe hairstyle in the mirror. She applied a coat of red lipstick, penciled in a beauty spot and blew herself a kiss.
She'd turned the light off at ten, but insomnia must be an eight-hour virus that lurks in toothpaste. As soon as she'd cleaned her teeth and put her head on the pillow, the symptoms appeared. Too late to prevent infection, she lay alone in the dark and imagined the blood rushing AWAKE round her system: swoosh...swoosh...swoosh. It made her feet burn, her legs restless and her shoulders ache. It caused a sudden onset of wriggle-squirm-roll-flip. When it finally reached her brain, triggering an explosion of thought, she gave up and trudged downstairs to the lounge.