This book felt like two things: A book that never ends, and a party you went to with a friend and thought you were having a good time at but realize about halfway through that you’re not having as good of a time as you thought, but you can’t really leave so you stick it out and you really regret it by the end of the night. 

Yeah. That’s what reading Rabbit Hole felt like to me: Unnecessarily long, uncomfortable in a misleading way, and then utterly miserable when you realize you hate everyone in the book and the plot has gone from somewhat interesting to moderately interesting into, “This really isn’t interesting at all anymore and I don’t want to read this anymore but now I’m about 65% in and I might as well finish”, and then, “I should have just quit”. 

I know this seems harsh. It may be. I don’t know. All I know for sure is that I broke up the reading of this book into two chunks because I thought maybe it was just me and I needed to take a break and come back to it for it to seem more fresh and interesting. Usually it’s the second act of a book that fails me in mysteries and suspense novels. For Rabbit Hole, it was the third act that failed me. The second act was the most interesting part, in my opinion. In the third act, the whole book and every single character unraveled for me and no one and nothing was ever capable of redemption. I quite simply wasn’t feeling any of it. 

TW/CW for animal suffering and death.

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