'Brilliant, sharp, weird… I loved it and couldn't put it down' KRISTEN ROUPENIAN. 'Made me nod and cackle in terrified recognition' LENA DUNHAM.
Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA program at New England's Warren University. A scholarship student who prefers the company of her dark imagination to that of most people, she is utterly repelled by the rest of her fiction writing cohort — a clique of unbearably twee rich girls who call each other 'Bunny', and are often found entangled in a group hug so tight they become one.
But everything changes when Samantha receives an invitation to the Bunnies' fabled 'Smut Salon', and finds herself inexplicably drawn to their front door. As Samantha plunges deeper and deeper into the sinister yet saccharine world of the Bunnies, the boundary between fiction and reality begins to blur.
A spellbinding, down-the-rabbit-hole tale of loneliness and belonging, creativity and agency, and friendship and desire, Bunny is the dazzlingly original second book from the author of 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl.
'Hilarious and subversive, magical and knife-sharp' LAURA VAN DEN BERG. 'Equal parts wit, fancy, and wickedness' SARAH SHUN-LIEN BYNUM. 'Enchanting and stunningly bizarre' PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
Before I leave to meet Ava, I shove the invitation in my pocket. She said she would wait for me outside the Center for Narrative Arts, sending check vibes. Because I’m not going in there, Smackie. Sorry. You know why. I nodded solemnly. Yes. Even though the truth is I don’t really know why, apart from the fact that she’s militantly anti- Warren and feels it’s full of entitled pricks. Also that it’s killing my soul/ creativity. She knows firsthand because she went to the art school right next door which is almost as famous and elite as Warren, and it nearly killed hers. But she didn’t let it. She dropped out before they killed her soul. Fuck that. Fuck them. Now she works in the basement of the nature lab down the hill, shelving dead bugs. Every single dead bug gets its own tiny glass drawer. It’s kind of nice. And infinitely better for her spiritual and creative well- being than hanging around the fake poor and fashionably deranged, aka the art school student body.
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Something not quite right about the houses, the trees, the light. Bring this up and most people just look at you. But not Ava. Ava says, My god, yes. The town, the houses, the trees, the light— it’s all fucked.