I spent a lot of time at the library as a child. A lot. Many of my happiest memories feature me sitting curled up in a corner reading authors such as Judy Blume, James Herriot, John Irving and Stephen King. An eclectic mix for sure, but each one whisked me away on an exciting journey that made me thirst for more. I started writing almost as soon as I could read. But always on the side. Life kept me busy. Writing was not a valued endeavor in my childhood home. Still, I always managed to steal away to scribble a few lines. Quietly. Secretly. I tried to banish the urge many times, but it always came back, in the shower, at the dentist, or at 3 am in the morning.

Now I have the time and space to indulge my imagination. I’m ready and eager. I loved writing this novel. Like the wolves that haunted her balcony, Sophia Violet was one of the late night visitors in my head for many years. Her determination inspired my own and she now lives on the pages of this book. I look forward to seeing what she does next. I hope you do too...