Gilmore Girls meets A Snicker of Magic in this sweet debut novel about twelve-year-old Rosie Flynn, whose film-making skills may be the answer to uncovering the miracles of her town and bringing her father home. There’s no accounting for Miracles, at least that’s what the folks of Glimmer Creek say. Every year, one lucky inhabitant survives danger, and bits of magic cling to them for a lifetime. Rosie Flynn doesn’t know how to get a Miracle but knows for sure they’re real. It’s the same way she’s certain she’ll always have her two best friends, Henry and Cam, that she’ll be a famous film director someday, and that she and her Mama are the perfect team of two. But when someone Rosie loves goes missing, she just might discover that the true Miracle of Glimmer Creek is much different than she’d always believed and that the relationships she holds dear are the most fortunate gift of all. "Every bit as magical as the Miracles the town is famous for. Stacy Hackney explores faith, family, and community with humor and heart in this lovely debut." -- Cindy Baldwin, author of WHERE THE WATERMELONS GROW “The true miracle of Glimmer Creek is Rosie’s tenacity and the strength she draws from her friends and family along the way.” -- Sean Easley, author of THE HOTEL BETWEEN "By turns gripping and suspenseful...and also emotionally insightful, the story weaves together small-town lore (a 100-year-old skeleton, lost treasure) with a strong sense of community in which love, kindness, and faith quietly emerge. Readers will be caught up as the lens through which this likable protagonist sees her world expands." -- Kirkus Reviews "Part realistic fiction and part mystery, this character-driven book is a good read for kids who enjoyed Ingrid Law’s Savvy and Natalie Lloyd’s A Snicker of Magic." -- School Library Journal Stacy Hackney grew up in Virginia where she spent her early years forcing the neighborhood kids into performing plays she wrote, reading everything she could get her hands on, and singing in the school choir. She graduated from Wake Forest University with a BA in English literature and received a JD from the University of Virginia School of Law. She currently lives in Richmond, Virginia, with her husband, four sons, and their rescue dog named Albert. Stacy is the author of Forever Glimmer Creek and Sisters of Luna Island . Learn more at StacyHackney.com. Chapter One CHAPTER ONE Rosie Flynn raced toward the figure across River Bend Park, trampling the orphaned leaves along the path. She recognized that particular hitch in the step and the halo of marigold curls. Even better, she spied the bulky tote bag underneath her arm. Rosie skidded to a stop beside a tree that twisted and turned upward like ropes of licorice, her stomach fluttering. Please, please, please let the bag be for me. Betsy Broome held out the bag. “I’ve brought you some—” “Rope!” Rosie reached for the tote in Betsy’s arms and opened it to reveal a neat coil, the perfect length to loop around a tree. It was the same rope she’d forgotten at home, which wasn’t a surprise. After all, Betsy usually remembered what someone forgot—ever since her Miracle. “Thank you! I’m filming my biggest scene right now, and this rope is crucial for establishing my lead’s motivation,” Rosie said, beaming at Betsy. “I saw it on your front porch and knew I had to bring it here right away. I would never have guessed it was for one of your movies though,” Betsy said. “You’re a lifesaver. Want to come see the set?” Rosie looked up as a breeze tickled her arm. Puffs of clouds slid across the sky and from behind the trees, silver-tipped water glinted on the horizon. It was a perfect day for filming. Betsy looked down at her watch, her wrists jangling with gold bracelets. “Can’t. I’m late to senior choir. I missed half our practice last week because I was returning a ring to Miss Matilda. My choir teacher said he’s going to take away my solo if I can’t make it to practice on time.” Rosie gave Betsy a quick hug. “Thanks for bringing the rope. Sorry I made you late.” Betsy flashed a smile. “I’m used to it. Good luck with filming.” Rosie skipped back across the park, swinging the rope above her head in triumph. “You’ll never believe it,” she called out. “Betsy brought us the rope, so now we can film the scene.” Henry Thompson’s pale hair stuck up around his head in at least four places, and his skinny shoulders hunched over his chest. The script called for him to climb ten feet to the top of a tree limb and shimmy down the rope in a dashing, adventurer-like manner. Instead, he was pacing the ground and muttering something about unsafe working conditions. Rosie sighed. Actors were so dramatic. “Maybe I can wear a helmet. At least then I’d have some protection against skull fractures. You know head injuries can cause subdural hematomas, right?” Henry knotted his hands together. “Think about Betsy. She was selling peanuts to raise money for ne