What The Valley Knows
What The Valley Knows is set in Millington Valley—a quintessential small Pennsylvania town: families go back generations. Football rules. Kids drink while adults look the other way. When smart and pretty Molly Hanover moves to town and attracts the attention of the football team’s hero, Wade Thornton—a nice guy with a bad drinking habit—longtime friendships are threatened and a popular cheerleader tries to turn the school against Molly.
The young couple’s dream of a future together is shattered when …
About Heather Christie (Writer):
When I was seventeen, I fell madly-sweep-you-off-your-feet in love. He broke my heart…
Fast forward twelve years and I fell into real estate, finding it the most efficient way to make money, and had the thrill of riding the real estate boom through the mid 2000s. By the time the housing market crashed, I was burned out and feeling like I had sacrificed my creative soul.
While working through an MFA program, I wrote my Young Adult crossover novel What The Valley Knows. And then I rewrote it, and rewrote it, and rewrote it.
Heather’s Sunday Morning Blog
Have you stopped by looking for my blog? Great! Sit down, grab a cup of tea, and browse around. Every Sunday, I write a new post and share a little piece of my life. My two teenage kids take up a lot of space on the page. But I also love to write about the joy and… read more
The Solstice MFA In Creative Writing Program introduced me to many talented writers. I am lucky to count Joyce McPherson among them. Today Joyce guest blogs in celebration of her newly released children’s book The Dickens Connection. Her full bio is below. Read...read more
It was dusk and the day about to disappear. The traffic signal glowed bright red, then green. I remember my parents’ silver station wagon double-parked at the corner of 79th Street and Amsterdam Avenue, the four-ways flashing. All of my worldly possessions were...read more
One hot and humid weekend the summer my brother was ten years old, he told our father his stomach hurt. “Try going to the bathroom,” my dad said. We were vacationing on the Eastern Shore of Maryland on our boat (more about this “boat” later). My dad sat bayside with a...read more