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“We never joke about bunnies, bunny.”
What a strange, strange book. This is one of those books that make you think, “What the f@#$ did I just read?”… But I think I loved it.
I didn’t know quite what I was getting into when I picked up Bunny. I had this on hold at the library for-ev-er, and when it finally came through I couldn’t remember why I put it on hold. I read the synopsis and was expecting a kind of Mean Girls meets Heathers type of story. But R rated. What I got was Mean Girls meets Heathers, meets The Craft, mixed with a bizarre product of Alice in Wonderland and Frankenstein. On hard drugs.
But I loved this bizarro book and I can’t really describe why, except that I like the bizarre and the strange. And I liked Awad’s dark humor and the snarky prose.
“Behold the lavish tent under which the overeducated mingle, well versed in every art but the one of conversation.”
This book won’t be for everyone. There is violence, exploding heads, what seems to be a sacrificial cult, and a lot of WTF? moments. It’s a dark, wickedly funny fever dream, and I loved the demented madness of it.
1 Comment
Meg
March 30, 2022 at 7:15 pmThere were definitely some weird moments in this one!