This is quite a Bunny you’ve pulled out of your writer’s hat, Ms. Kirshenbaum. Who is this Bunny? I don’t want to pry, but maybe bits of you, maybe bits of someone you know, maybe bits of all of us? She’s too unique, I think, to be everyone who’s ever been deeply, seriously depressed. Bunny is a writer, married to sweet, conciliatory Albie; she’s a middle child, brutally honest, a “more or less” friend of some pretentiously intelligent folks, and she does not like party hats. Oh, and she’s also deeply, seriously depressed. Deep enough to affect Bunny’s hygiene. Serious enough to cause self-harm in a weird and public way.
Rabbits for Food? Bunny and this book of Bunny will devour you, and it will spit you out undigested and wondering, maybe for the rest of your life. From an opening line you cannot walk away from to the enigma of the end. An end that you know is a sure and certain truth, but, even so and in spite of, you can only hope is true…….and you must wonder what if it is not. Maybe for the rest of your life. Ms. Kirshenbaum, I salute you.
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Full Disclosure: A review copy of this book was provided to me by Soho Press via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. I would like to thank the publisher, the author and Edelweiss for providing me this opportunity. All opinions expressed herein are my own.