“No, no, no. Not a novel, Bunny.”“Which is no longer novel, you know.”“Such a tired form.”“Flaccid. Limp.”“What we’re doing is far more . . .”“Innovative.”“Experimental.”“Performance based.'

Bunny is about Samantha, a student in creative writing in a Ivy League at Warren University New England. Her classmates, self called Bunny’s are unbearable, but when they invite her to “Smut Salon,” she can’t help but feel drawn to it. But with it she ends up in a fairytale horror.

Boy oh boy this was a shocking, absurdist and bizarre hallucination. This novel by Mona Awad, is extremely funny at points while at the same time it makes you scared, questions the education of creative writing and gives meta vibes describing the process of writing. But all the while you find a eerie feeling looming. Something’s wrong but you can’t grasp what. Awad drags you from thinking it’s one thing to ending it in such an epic mindshattering experience that the book lingers a while before you get a grip on what the hell it was that you were reading. And still I’m not sure. But if you’re in for a book that has Donnie Darko vibes, please give this one a go.