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She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. You see? she'd say softly, again and again. What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing.

Karen Russell

She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. You see? she'd say softly, again and again. What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing.

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About Karen Russell

Karen Russell (born July 10, 1981) is an American novelist and short story writer. Her debut novel, Swamplandia!, was a finalist for the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. In 2009 the National Book Foundation named Russell a 5 under 35 honoree. She was also the recipient of a MacArthur Foundation "Genius Grant" in 2013.