Dear Ms. Katie Shea,
I’m seeking representation for my contemporary young adult
novel, THUMP, complete at 60,000 words. When sixteen-year-old Hailey Scott is
diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, she thinks her heart will never be
the same, but a chance encounter with drummer Declan changes everything.
Forced to give up her title of cheerleading captain and her
brand-new driver’s license, Hailey accepts the fact that she has a
life-threatening condition--one that can result in sudden cardiac arrest. So
when her music-obsessed best friend, Leah, convinces her to sneak into a club
to see Madison Avenue, the hottest
new local band, Hailey decides she might as well live it up while she still
can. Once there, Hailey crashes into Declan, high school dropout and drummer
for Madison Avenue, whose wild but
rhythmic beats make Hailey’s heart thump.
Together, Hailey and Declan wreak havoc through the mall,
crash the homecoming dance, and search for the perfect snare drum. She keeps
her condition a secret, navigating their relationship around her disease and
her overprotective mom. As the walls of Hailey’s heart grow weaker, slowly
strangling the life from her, she decides to take the risk, and fall in love
one last time.
Sure to appeal to Stephanie Perkins’ readers and fans of the
movie adaptation of A Walk to Remember,
THUMP takes a unique and heart-pounding look at growing up and falling in love
while coping with a life-altering illness.
Thank you for your time and consideration. If you are
interested, I would be delighted to send you additional sample chapters or my
I didn’t need a fancy doctor to tell me my heart was broken.
It shattered when I found out Bradley was cheating on me. So, the diagnosis was
only a matter of time.
That’s why tonight is so important.
“I’m just staying the night at Leah’s.”
“I don’t know…” My mom’s worried--as she should be. If it
were up to her, I’d be strapped to a hospital bed, hooked up to a bunch of
bleeping machines reporting every single one of my body’s levels and functions.
If my parents knew where I was really going tonight, they’d
be mad. Really, really mad. Like
“All we’re going to do is watch movies. And make popcorn.” I
look at my dad with big, pleading eyes. 'Like
good, healthy girls do.'
“Hailey,” he says in that way that makes me feel like I’m
five. “I don’t think it’s a good idea right now.” My mom nods in agreement. I
open my mouth to say something, but he holds up a hand. “I mean, I think you
should take it easy. At least for tonight.”
“I can take it easy at Leah’s house.” I know I’m talking too
fast. I’m going to blow this. “I promise, I won’t overexert myself. I’ll lie
around all night. We’ll go to bed early. And I’ll--”
There’s a honk in the driveway, and I flash him one more
desperate look. 'Please, please just let
me have one more night. This night. Tonight.'