( A Novel releasing January 25, 2018 )
"The writing is stellar and is a whole delight in itself."
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Millington Valley is 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 …
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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. The first Sunday of the month 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
What The Valley Knows Prologue Molly Hanover lifted her chin. The pain was so sharp her head slammed down onto the muddy gravel. Her teeth gashed her tongue and the copper taste of blood filled her mouth. She closed her eyes and the thump of her heartbeat pounded in...read more
I was at the mall the other day, rushing into Boscov’s to buy some lipstick, when I caught the reflection of an older woman wearing the same leopard print coat that I was wearing. Hmm . . . that’s funny. I’d purchased my threads at the Coach Outlet store thirty-five...read more
The room is dim—the only source of light is the late afternoon sun sneaking through the wavy glass windowpanes and dancing across the deep sills. A huge tree stands against a plaster white wall. There is a tall wooden ladder, its legs splayed, perched next to the...read more