A book may only be judged for what it is, not what you'd like it to be. - Caitlín R. Kiernan

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A book may only be judged for what it is, not what you'd like it to be.

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About Caitlín R. Kiernan

Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan (born 26 May 1964) is an Irish-born American author, paleontologist, and prolific blogger perhaps most famous for the novels The Drowning Girl: A Memoir and The Red Tree. Kiernan is a two-time recipient of both the World Fantasy and Bram Stoker awards.

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Alternative Names: Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan Caitlin R. Kiernan Caitlin Rebekah Kiernan Kathleen Tierney
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