Bibiana Kerpcar was five years old when she moved to Brooklyn, but her love of Slovak fairy tales has kept her connected to her hometown.
“Through prose dripping in imagery and ingenuity, Bibiana leads her bewitched readers into a realm of endless possibilities, where Slovakia’s rich folklore tradition bursts with new life. Much like her plucky protagonist, the power this formidable young author has within her is pure magic.”
“On the Tips of Her Fingers bridges the disconnect between readers and their childhood sense of wonder. Kerpcar reminds readers not to dismiss magic with age, but instead, let it be a light source in the darkness that comes with the realization of reality. A must-read!”
“I was utterly transfixed by this enchanting novel. The frame story perfectly encompasses so many entrancing tales within, and the element of time provides an innovative and imaginative effect quite like a hall of mirrors in which the reader might lose herself. Kudos to Kerpcar for crafting a fairy tale that is at home in wondrous worlds of fantasy as much as it concerns itself with a quest and character growth.”
“Kerpcar’s vivid descriptions in this fantastical world will have you discovering—and rediscovering—that bit of magic in your own life.”
“With the ease of a true storyteller, Bibiana draws on her childhood in Slovakia and passion for the fantastical by weaving a fairy tale which transports the reader to a world filled with magic, where anything is possible.”
“From chapter one, Bibiana pulls you into the fantasical and throws you into a world that is rich and vibrant. You feel her pulling from her roots and weaving it together into a beautiful narrative that will leave you turning pages. Beautifully done!”
“A captivating and beautifully written novel. Kerpcar has a gift for insight about preteen psychology. The novel incorporates elements of real, raw emotions, fears, and triumphs that readers of all ages can find validation and solace in and simultaneously cope through the escape of fantasy.”
“On the Tips of Her Fingers captures the magic of being a child balanced with the desperate yearning of being grown-up enough to be understood. Kerpcar deftly paints the world with the purplish gloaming of an in-between time, of twilight and childhood, of the hidden and the known.”