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Plot[ edit ] Celie is a poor, uneducated year-old girl living in the American South in the early s. She writes letters to God because her father, Alphonso, beats and rapes her constantly.

Alphonso has already impregnated Celie once, a pregnancy that resulted in the birth of a boy she named Adam, but Alphonso took the baby away shortly after his birth.


Celie then has a second child, a girl she names Olivia whom Alphonso also abducts. Meanwhile, Celie's ailing mother dies after cursing Celie on her deathbed. Celie and her younger sister, year-old Nettie, learn that a man identified only as Mister wants to marry Nettie.

Alphonso refuses to let Nettie marry, instead arranging for Mister to marry Celie. Mister, a widower needing someone to care for his children and keep his house, eventually accepts the offer.

Mister physically, sexually, and verbally abuses Celie, and all his children treat her badly as well. Celie is abused at every turn from the family life she has had to endure with over the years, and she seems to be an insignificant person in any household she lives in. This shows just how powerless she feels, and what it is like for her to always see men as holding all of the power.

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However, she eventually gets Mister's squalid living conditions and incorrigible children under control. Shortly thereafter, Nettie runs away from Alphonso and takes refuge at Celie's house, where Mister makes sexual advances toward her. Celie then advises Nettie to seek assistance from a well-dressed black woman that she saw in the general store a while back; the woman has unknowingly adopted Olivia and was the only black woman that Celie had ever seen with money of her own.

Nettie is forced to leave after promising to write. Celie, however, never receives any letters and concludes that her sister is dead. Time passes and Harpo, Mister's son, falls in love with an assertive girl named Sofia, who becomes pregnant with Harpo's baby and, despite initial resistance from Mister, Harpo marries Sofia.

Harpo and Sofia have five more children in short order. Celie is amazed by Sofia's defiant refusal to submit to Harpo's attempts to control her. As Harpo is kinder and gentler than his father, Celie advises him not to try to dominate Sofia. Harpo temporarily follows Celie's advice but falls back under Mister's sway. Celie, momentarily jealous of Harpo's genuine love of Sofia, then advises Harpo to beat her. Sofia fights back, however, and confronts Celie.

A guilty Celie apologizes and confides in Sofia about all the abuse she suffers at Mister's hands. She also begins to consider Sofia's advice about defending herself against further abuse from Mister. Glamorous Shug Avery, a jazz and blues singer and Mister's long-time mistress, falls ill, and Mister takes her into his house. Celie, who has been fascinated by photos of Shug she found in Mister's belongings, is thrilled to have her there. Mister's father expresses disapproval of the arrangement, reminding Mister that Shug has three out-of-wedlock children, though Mister indirectly implies to him that he is those children's father.

Mister's father then leaves in disgust. While Shug is initially rude to Celie, who has taken charge of nursing her, the two women become friends, and Celie soon finds herself infatuated with Shug.

Frustrated by Harpo's domineering behavior, Sofia moves out, taking her children with her. Several months later, Harpo opens a juke joint where a fully recovered Shug performs nightly.

Shug decides to stay when she learns that Mister beats Celie when she is away. Shug and Celie's friendship grows closer. Sofia returns for a visit and promptly gets into a fight with Harpo's new girlfriend, Squeak, knocking Squeak's teeth out. In town one day, while Sofia is enjoying a day out with her new boyfriend, a prizefighter, and their respective children, she gets into a physical fight with the mayor after his wife, Miss Millie, insults Sofia and her children.


The police arrive and brutally beat Sofia, leaving her with a cracked skull, broken ribs, her face rendered nearly unrecognizable, and blind in one eye. She is subsequently sentenced to 12 years in jail. Squeak, a mixed-race woman and Sheriff Hodges' illegitimate niece, attempts to blackmail the sheriff into releasing Sofia, resulting in her being raped by her uncle. Squeak cares for Sofia's children while she is incarcerated, and the two women develop a friendship.

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Book 3. Skip this list. Ratings and Book Reviews 6 90 star ratings 6 reviews. Overall rating 4. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. I was actually pretty intrigued by the book, I had already saw the movie, but, was glad that I read the book.

Even though the movie is very good, the book gives a more detailed description and answered a lot of questions that I never thought of.

It gives a detailed look into Celie's life, where you can't help but wonder if the letters that she was writing to god and her sister were the only things keeping her alive. A great book. You are cheering Celie on to get her happy ending … Show more Show less.

Great read! Much better than the movie! Good for a warm summers day! Just to relax with! I thoroughly enjoyed it! A thoughtful expose on racism, the effect of abuse, violence, sexism, sexuality, bitterness and most of all, love. This is told from the perspective of two sisters, Celie and Nellie wbo love each otber dearly but get ripped apart earl on.

We get to read tbe letters they write each oef … Show more Show less. I really enjoyed reading this book. Many emotions and insights into life and life's purpose and our relationship with God. How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author's style Explain the rating you gave Don't Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book's price Recap the plot.

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Ain't talk to her mama. What her daddy say? Ain't talk to him neither. Well, what she say? Us ain't never spoke. He duck his head. He ain't so bad looking. Tall and skinny, black like his mama, with great big bug eyes. Where yall see each other? I see her in church, he say. She see me outdoors. She like you? I don't know. I wink at her.

She act like she scared to look. Where her daddy at while all this going on? Amen corner, he say. She coming with her orkestra. She going to sing in the Lucky Star out on Coalman road. He dress all up in front the glass, look at himself, then undress and dress all over again.

He slick back his hair with pomade, then wash it out again. He been spitting on his shoes and hitting it with a quick rag. He tell me. Wash this. Iron that. Look for this. Look for that. Find this. Find that. He groan over holes in his sock. I move round darning and ironing, finding hanskers. Anything happening? Just trying to git some of the hick farmer off myself. Any other woman be glad. I'm is glad, I say. You looks nice, I say. Any woman be proud. You think so?

First time he ast me. I'm so surprise, by time I say Yeah, he out on the porch, trying to shave where the light better.

I walk round all day with the announcement burning a hole in my pocket. It pink. The trees tween the turn off to our road and the store is lit up with them. He got bout five dozen in his trunk. Shug Avery standing upside a piano, elbow crook, hand on her hip. She wearing a hat like Indian Chiefs. Her mouth open showing all her teef and don't nothing seem to be troubling her mind. Come one, come all, it say. The Queen Honeybee is back in town. Lord, I wants to go so bad.

Not to dance. Not to drink. Not to play card. Not even to hear Shug Avery sing. I just be thankful to lay eyes on her. Shug Avery in town for the weekend.

He stagger in, throw himself on the bed. He tired. He sad. He weak. He cry. Then he sleep the rest of the day and all night. He wake up while I'm in the field. I been chopping cotton three hours by time he come. Us don't say nothing to each other. But I got a million question to ast.

What she wear? Is she still the same old Shug, like in my picture? How her hair is? What kind lipstick? She stout? She skinny? She sound well? Where you all children at while she singing all over the place? Do she miss 'em? Questions be running back and forth through my mind.


Feel like snakes. I pray for strength, bite the insides of my jaws. He chop bout three chops then he don't chop again. He drop the hoe in the furrow, turn right back on his heel, walk back to the house, go git him a cool drink of water, git his pipe, sit on the porch and stare.

I follow cause I think he sick. Then he say. You better git on back to the field. Don't wait for me. Every day his daddy git up, sit on the porch, look out at nothing. Sometime look at the trees out front the house.

Look at a butterfly if it light on the rail. Drink a little water in the day. A little wine in the evening. But mostly never move.

Harpo complain bout all the plowing he have to do. His daddy say. You gonna do it. Harpo nearly big as his daddy.

He strong in body but weak in will. He scared. Me and him out in the field all day. Us sweat, chopping and plowing. I'm roasted coffee bean color now. He black as the inside of a chimney. His eyes be sad and thoughtful. His face begin to look like a woman face. Why you don't work no more? No reason for me to. You here, aint you? He say this nasty. Harpos feeling be hurt.

Plus, he still in love. Harpo been courting the girl a while. He say he sit in the parlor with her, the daddy sit right there in the corner till everybody feel terrible. Then he go sit on the porch in front the open door where he can hear everything.

Nine o'clock come, he bring Harpo his hat. Why I'm not good enough? Harpo ast Mr. Your mammy. Harpo say. What wrong with my mammy? Somebody kill her. Harpo be trouble with nightmares. He see his mama running cross the pasture trying to git home. She got Harpo by the hand. They both running and running. He grab hold of her shoulder, say.

You can't quit me now. You mine. No I ain't. My place is with my children. Whore, you ain't got no place. He shoot her in the stomach. She fall down. The man run. Harpo grab her in his arms, put her head in his lap.

He start to call.

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Mama, Mama. It wake me up. The other children, too. They cry like they mama just die. Harpo come to, shaking. I light the lamp and stand over him, patting his back. It not her fault somebody kill her, he say. It not! Naw, I say. It not.

Everybody say how good I is to Mr. I be good to them. But I don't feel nothing for them. Patting Harpo back not even like patting a dog. It more like patting another piece of wood. Not a living tree, but a table, a chifferobe. Anyhow, they don't love me neither, no matter how good I is.

They don't mind. Cept for Harpo they won't work. The girls face always to the road. Bub be out all times of night drinking with boys twice his age. They daddy puff on his pipe. Harpo tell me all his love business now. His mind on Sofia Butler day and night. She pretty, he tell me. Bright skin. She smart too though, I think. Sometime us can git her away from her daddy. I know right then the next thing I hear, she be big. If she so smart how come she big? Harpo shrug.

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She can't git out the house no other way, he say. Say I'm not good enough to come in his parlor. But if she big I got a right to be with her, good enough or no. Where yall gon stay? They got a big place, he say.

When us marry I'll be just like one of the family. Humph, I say. Harpo look trouble. Talk to Mr. He your daddy. Maybe he got some good advice.

Maybe not. Harpo bring her over to meet his daddy. I see 'em coming way off up the road. They be just marching, hand in hand, like going to war. She in front a little. They come up on the porch, I speak and move some chairs closer to the railing. She sit down and start to fan herself with a hansker. It sure is hot, she say. He just look her up and down. She bout seven or eight months pregnant, bout to bust out her dress.

Harpo so black he think she bright, but she ain't that bright. Clear medium brown skin, gleam on it like on good furniture. Hair notty but a lot of it, tied up on her head in a mass of plaits. She not quite as tall as Harpo but much bigger, and strong and ruddy looking, like her mama brought her up on pork.

How you, Mr. He don't answer the question. Look like you done got yourself in trouble. Naw suh, she say.

I ain't in no trouble. Big, though. She smooth the wrinkles over her stomach with the flats of her hands. Who the father? She look surprise. How he know that? He know. Young womens no good these days, he say. Got they legs open to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Harpo look at his daddy like he never seen him before. But he don't say nothing. No need to think I'm gon let my boy marry you just cause you in the family way.

He young and limited. Pretty gal like you could put anything over on him. Harpo still don't say nothing. Sofia face git more ruddy. The skin move back on her forehead. Her ears raise. But she laugh. She glance at Harpo sitting there with his head down and his hands tween his knees. What I need to marry Harpo for? He still living here with you. What food and clothes he git, you download. Your daddy done throwed you out. Ready to live in the street I guess.

She say, Naw. I ain't living in the street. I'm living with my sister and her husband. They say I can live with them for the rest of my life. She stand up, big, strong, healthy girl, and she say. Well, nice visiting. I'm going home.

Harpo get up to come too. She say, Naw, Harpo, you stay here. When you free, me and the baby be waiting. He sort of hang there between them a while, then he sit down again. I look at her face real quick then, and seem like a shadow go cross it.

Then she say to me, Mrs. The bucket on the shelf right there on the porch. I git a clean glass out the safe and dip her up some water. She drink it down, almost in one swallow. Then she run her hands over her belly again and she take off. Look like the army change direction, and she heading off to catch up. Harpo never git up from his chair. Him and his daddy sit there and sit there and sit there.

They never talk. They never move. Finally I have supper and go to bed. I git up in the morning it feel like they still sitting there.

But Harpo be in the outhouse, Mr. They got married in Sofia sister house. Sister's husband stand up with Harpo. Other sister sneak way from home to stand up with Sofia.

Another sister come to hold the baby. Say he cry right through the service, his mama stop everything to nurse him.

Finish saying I do with a big ole nursing boy in her arms. Harpo fix up the little creek house for him and his family. But it sound. Got windows now, a porch, back door. Plus it cool and green down by the creek. He ast me to make some curtains and I make some out of flower sack.

It not big, but it homey. Got a bed, a dresser, a looking glass, and some chairs. Cookstove for cooking and heating, too. Harpo daddy give him wages for working now. He say Harpo wasn't working hard like he should. Maybe little money goose his interest. Harpo told me. Miss Celie, I'm going on strike. On what?

I ain't going to work. And he don't. He come to the field, pull two ears of corn, let the birds and weevil eat two hundred. Us don't make nothing much this year. But now Sofia coming, he always busy. He chop, he hammer, he plow.

He sing and whistle. Sofia look half her size. But she still a big strong girl. Arms got muscle. Legs, too. She swing that baby about like it nothing. She got a little pot on her now and give you the feeling she all there. Like if she sit down on something, it be mash. She tell Harpo, Hold the baby, while she come back in the house with me to git some thread. She making some sheets. He take the baby, give it a kiss, chuck it under the chin.

Grin, look up on the porch at his daddy. Yeah, I see now she going to switch the traces on you. He sit out on the porch with Mr. He say, I tell her one thing, she do another. Never do what I say. Always backtalk.

To tell the truth, he sound a little proud of this to me. Blow smoke. I tell her she can't be all the time going to visit her sister. Us married now, I tell her. Your place is here with the children. I'll take the children with me. Your place is with me. You want to come? She keep primping in front of the glass, getting the children ready at the same time. You ever hit her? Harpo look down at his hands. Naw suh, he say low, embarrass. Well how you spect to make her mind?

Wives is like children. You have to let 'em know who got the upper hand. Nothing can do that better than a good sound beating. He puff on his pipe. Sofia think too much of herself anyway, he say. She need to be taken down a peg. I like Sofia, but she don't act like me at all. If she talking when Harpo and Mr. If they ast her where something at, she say she don't know. Keep talking. I think bout this when Harpo ast me what he ought to do to her to make her mind.

I don't mention how happy he is now. How three years pass and he still whistle and sing. I think bout how every time I jump when Mr. And like she pity me. Beat her. Next time us see Harpo his face a mess of bruises. His lip cut. One of his eyes shut like a fist. He walk stiff and say his teef ache. What happen to you, Harpo? Oh, me and that mule. She fractious, you know.

She went crazy in the field the other day. By time I got her to head for home I was all banged up. Then when I got home, I walked smack dab into the crib door. Hit my eye and scratch my chin. Then when that storm come up last night I shet the window down on my hand. Well, I say. After all that, I don't spect you had a chance to see if you could make Sofia mind. Nome, he say. But he keep trying.Just that head of hair.

I say. Well, us done help Nettie all we can. Nettie is forced to leave after promising to write. Nettie still don't understand. She say Columbus come here in boats call the Neater, the Peter, and the Santomareater.

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