St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves (Google eBook)
A San Francisco Chronicle, Los Angeles Times, and Chicago Tribune Best Book of the Year
In these ten glittering stories, debut author Karen Russell takes us to the ghostly and magical swamps of the Florida Everglades. Here wolf-like girls are reformed by nuns, a family makes their living wrestling alligators in a theme park, and little girls sail away on crab shells. Filled with stunning inventiveness and heart, St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves introduces a radiant new writer.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
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Super weird, super cool, super poetic prose. - Goodreads
Funny writer...but I tired of subjects being teens - Goodreads
Excellent imagery and fantastic little tales. - Goodreads
Brilliant character development. - Goodreads
I don't like abrupt and/or uncertain endings. - Goodreads
Fun yet complex writing. - Goodreads
Review: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by WolvesUser Review - Michele - Goodreads
Lovely and beautifully-written short stories that all left me feeling a bit empty. Read full review
Review: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by WolvesUser Review - hannah - Goodreads
I wanted to be really into this and was not taken with it AT ALL. Read full review
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St Lucys Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Annie Annie’s Asterion Augie Badger Barnaby beach beneath Big Red Blizzard blue body boys Brauser breath cabin can’t choir Clem clouds crab curled dark didn’t doesn’t Dotes dream ears Emma eyes face father feel fist ﬂat ﬂoor gator ghost Giant Conch girl goggles Granana grins hair hand He’s head hear Ice Witch Incubuses inside Jeanette Karen Russell Lady Yeti Laramie laugh light lips look Lucy’s Maisy Markopoulos Marta Minotaur Mirabella moon mother Mouflon mouth never night nose nuns Oamaru Ogli Oglivy okay Olivia orangutans Ossie Ossie’s Petey Petey’s pink Pirates planisphere Pops pull pushing Raffy Rangi rink Sawtooth says scream shadows shakes shell sinkhole Sister Maria skates sleep smile snorkel snow sound staring stars stingrays swamp tell There’s thing tiny tonight trees turn turtles voice wagon waiting Wallow watch what’s wind yellow Zorba
Page 21 - I loose it, and the stars bum dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that child of the congregation, So-and-so. Cluck ! cluck ! soul of So-and-so, come and walk with me, Come and sit with me, Come and sleep and share my pillow. Cluck ! cluck ! soul.
Page 21 - I loose my shaft, I loose it and the moon clouds over, I loose it, and the sun is extinguished, I loose it, and the stars burn dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that child of the congregation, So-and-so. Cluck ! cluck ! soul of So-and-so, come and walk with me, Come and sit with me, vi BEATING THE SHADOW 575 Come and sleep and share my pillow.