When Ginny, her mama, and her sister, Junie, move from the Clancy Valley Coal camp to Sweet Creek Holler in the summer of 1948, a whole new world opens up for Ginny. And in the center of it all is Lou Jean Purvis, the sweetest, prettiest girl in the valley. As long as they are together, Ginny and Lou Jean are certain that nothing will ever harm them.
Spanning six years in Ginny Shortt's life, this is a remarkable novel about growing up in a small mining town in Appalachia. A "novel of aspiring proportions...This is a haunting story, well written." --Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
I was born in the Appalachian hills of Virginia, which is the setting for Belle Prater's Boy and The Search for Belle Prater. I lived there until I graduated from high school and went away to college. Though I left the hills, they never left me. My memories of those years are quite vivid. I have always referred to that time as both traumatic and wonderful. I get most of my ideas for my stories from those memories of my childhood home, the small coal-mining town of Grundy, Virginia.
I started writing at a very young age. I remember trying to write stories before I was even able to put long sentences together. It was just something I felt compelled to do, probably because I loved stories so much. We had no television because my family was very poor; my mother was raising my three sisters and me with very little money. So we read aloud and enjoyed each other’s company.
Eventually I became a teacher and then a school librarian. Working in the public schools among adolescents fueled my desire to write, and I suppose the age group I worked with helped me determine that I wanted to write for them instead of for adults or smaller children. I wrote my first book, The City Rose, based on an experience that happened when I taught seventh and eighth grade in Mt. Pleasant, North Carolina. The schools had recently been integrated, and I had two black girls in one of my classes. I noticed that whenever we went to the library, they didn’t check out any books. Finally, they told me that it was because they couldn’t find any books about black children. So I decided to write one.
For Belle Prater's Boy, my inspiration came from Grundy, like it has so many times. When I was small I used to ride through the nicest residential area there and look at the pretty houses and manicured lawns. I thought these were wealthy people who had ideal lives. Only in later years did I realize that the people living in those houses were quite average, living the way most Americans live. They had their own particular problems, which I could not even imagine. So I decided to set a novel there. First, I created Gypsy, the city mouse, who lived in one of those pretty houses, and Woodrow, the country mouse, who was from the sticks. Then I asked them to tell me their story.
I didn’t plan to write a sequel to Belle Prater's Boy. I thought Woodrow's theory about what happened to his mother would be enough for the reader, but it obviously was not. I had many letters from readers wanting to know what happened to Belle, and asking me to write a sequel. Actually, I did the first draft of the sequel in the late nineties. After many revisions, I created The Search for Belle Prater.
When I'm not writing, I like to walk in the park with my golden retriever, listen to books on tape, and watch movies. Away from home, I like to visit schools and talk to young people about books and writing. My daughter usually travels with me, and we have a great time together.
I am giving this book 3 stars. It is not a very memorable book but I thought the story was sweet. Maybe since I only read it at bedtime, I do not remember the story very well. But it shows a wonderful life of 2 young girls growing up and Appalachia.
This was a nice book I read when I was younger and immediately rated as my favorite book. I don't know if I have read any better books since but I still rate this one as my favorite. It has a nice story line, easy to follow, and it had deepness to it. It wasn't happy ever after.
This is a story that understands how people are shaped by what they stay near.
Sweet Creek Holler is rooted in Appalachia, but it never uses place as shorthand or spectacle. The holler isn’t romanticized, and it isn’t pitied—it simply is, carrying memory, obligation, silence, and survival in equal measure. White writes with an awareness that leaving and staying are both complicated acts, and neither guarantees relief.
What makes this novel work is its emotional honesty. The characters are not polished or aspirational; they are practical, stubborn, loving in imperfect ways, and often bound to one another by necessity rather than choice. The story doesn’t rush toward resolution or insist on growth where it wouldn’t ring true. Instead, it allows relationships to fray, hold, and reshape quietly over time.
There is a particular courage in how this book handles restraint. Pain is present, but it is not exploited. Hope exists, but it is conditional. Not every wound is healed, and not every decision is rewarded. The outcome is not fair—but it is earned.
This is a novel about inheritance: of land, of patterns, of silence, of loyalty. It trusts the reader to understand that love does not always look like escape, and that endurance, while not noble, is sometimes the only honest option.
I read this book so many times when I was a teenager. For a city girl in 90s Italy it was a window on a wildly different world and even though a lot of things were so distant from my experience that they flew right over my head at the time I still think it was part of developing a richer understanding of the world.
perhaps my favorite yet by Ruth White! so perfectly bittersweet. the ideal Southern gothic novel if you’re not in the mood for Faulkner and also desire a sense of haunting girlish whimsy.
“I fancied October was my own special time. There were days when I drifted, aimless and dreamy. I became a part of the woods, like a leaf in autumn floating to earth, never landing. The future was suspended before me like stars in a black night, and the past was beginning to take shape like a road map that had led me to this point.”
“The change taking place inside me was still troublesome, too. Sometimes I felt just like a morning glory opening my face to the sun. But it was a painful kind of awakening. It made my eyes burn, and I would retreat again into the little blue bud. They were strange and bittersweet days, sometimes laced with sorrow too deep for my understanding and sometimes filled with joy too much to bear. I tried to talk to Junie and she tried to understand. But somehow I felt Junie did not come awake like this. Nobody ever felt this way before.”
Sweet Creek holler es uno de los primeros libros que he leído, la autora Ruth white relata la historia de Genny que tenía 6 años cuando asesinaron a su padre. A partir de ese momento, ella, su madre y su hermana junie tienen que empezar una nueva vida en Sweet Creek Holler en las escarpadas montañas de los apalaches, ahí donde era aburrido y donde la mayoría de sus habitantes se entretienen cotilleando. Lo que primero son rumores se convierten en verdades absoluta pudriendo el ambiente y condenando a unos cuantos de por vida
Para mí es una historia que más que enamorarse de los personajes te deja un sabor de boca peculiar que no sabría describir si es compasión un sentimiento mutuo Es una historia que describe la vida de nuestra protagonista a lo largo de los años donde comprenderá que la vida es un juego de luces y sombras, de risas y llanto
PD: esta es la primera reseña que le doy a un libro así que no sé muy bien si lo hice bien pero si no es el caso seguiré mejorando
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I read this book when I was little and I suddenly remembered it recently. I don’t remember many details but I do remember it as hauntingly heartbreaking, which may be why I think back on it once in a while. I think it was one of the first few books I read back then that was in some ways realistic and nostalgic
If I made a list of best books I ever read, this book would be on it. My library system didn't have it, so I had to borrow it through ILL. Thank you, Julia Tutwiler Library in Livingston AL for the loan!
Qué lindo fue volver a leer esta historia. Si bien la recordaba con mucho cariño —porque fue una de las primeras novelas que leí por voluntad propia—, me había olvidado de la inocencia con la que Ginny, que al principio tiene solo seis años, va narrando los sucesos. Desde la muerte de su padre y la mudanza a una humilde casita, lo único que se podían permitir, hasta el dolor de la madre por no poder darles todo lo que merecían. Y ni hablar de cuando comienza a manifestarse el fanatismo religioso en la pobre Lou Jean, esa niña tan bella que estaba destinada a ser todo y no lo fue.
Incluso aunque recordaba la mayoría de las cosas que iban pasando, no dejaron de impactarme como si las leyera por primera vez. Desde el nacimiento de la obsesión de Lou Jean por el fuego, hasta el incidente con la serpiente y la horrible mentira que comienza a circular en el pueblo sobre que Pato se aprovecha de Ginny y June.
La historia me pareció tan hermosa como la primera vez que la leí. Es simple, pero llega hasta el fondo del corazón. Una de las escenas que casi me hizo llorar fue cuando muere la niña pequeña de los Weed por desnutrición, y Ginny recuerda que eso mismo le había dicho el médico a su madre sobre ella: «Eso quería decir que la pequeña Pansy no tenía lo suficiente para comer y creo que tampoco tenía un abuelo».
Otras dos frases que destaqué: «Cuando le pregunté: —Tildy, ¿cómo es que nunca antes has hablado? Me contestó: —Porque no tenía nada que decir».
«Aquel otoño aprendí lo que era desear algo con todas tus fuerzas, algo que sabes que no puedes tener».
I loved this book when I was little. I was curious to go back and read it now that I'm an adult because I remember certain scenes very vividly. I love Ginny's voice and her opening few grafs about "mans laughter" vs. "manslauter" always sticks with me. I love how she becomes so pensive as a teenager and thinks she's the only one to feel that way, ever. Lou Jean's story is still so tragic. It's odd to me to me they don't mention her son at the end. Where is he during everything? I didn't remember the ghosts being so prominent, but since I read the book so quickly now, maybe they seemed more omnipresent.
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Wow, this was dark for a kids' book. It's a coming-of-age story, so obviously you expect it to be bittersweet and a little melancholy, but gee whiz, this one really piled on the bitter. It also felt a little broad and rambling, plot-wise; I think it would have been stronger and more focused if the plot could have been condensed down into fewer years. The setting was very strong (something this author seems to consistently do well), and the characters were good, but overall, I wasn't terribly impressed.