The Artist As A Young Girl: Inklet, #43

By Liana Brooks

Young Sophie dreams of being an artist. Of painting her mother's dreary, monochrome existence with color. But art? It's the one thing forbidden by her mother.

Can clandestine art lessons lead Sophie to finding her dream—and her true self?

A whimsical story about longing for your place in the world, not matter what the cost.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393670834

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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The Artist As A Young Girl

INKLET #43

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

The Artist As A Young Girl

Mother never liked the museum.

I didn’t ask why when I was younger, only accepted it the same way I accepted my gray eyes, tumbling blonde hair, and my mother’s refusal to let me wear purple. She hated the color.

I never asked why.

Piper, my brother, joined the family a few years after me. I don’t remember him ever being a baby, but I was adopted.

At the very ancient age of seven, I knew all about how children came into the world.

Sometimes children were created, my mother said, and then abandoned. Left all alone. Hanging around, forgotten by the world. 

My mother said that when she first saw me, she had to take me home. She knew it the same way she