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. 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
My laundry room is too small. It never sees the sun. And there’s not enough space to fold clothing so I am forever lugging huge baskets of clean wash to the master bedroom. Over the years, in an effort to make the laundry closet a cheerier space, I’ve plastered the...read more
I’m like the woman who can’t get pregnant. She made the mistake of opening her big mouth and telling everybody that this was her year—the year she’d have a baby. But months and months later, she still hasn’t conceived. She’s won’t go on Facebook lest she spot a...read more
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