Sam is a grad student working on her MFA at Warren University. The program is exclusive and while she’s grateful, she’s found little in the way of company amongst her cohort. Her only classmates are an ultra-clique of preppy, Stepford Wives-esque women who operate as a unit, only referring to one another as Bunny. Slightly annoyed if anything, Sam is determined to keep her head down and get through her last leg of the program. Until she’s invited to the Bunnies’ infamous Smut Salon, where she gives in fully, ultimately diving deep into their sweet, sweet nightmare.

I’ve read 4 books since this one. Each time I try to stop thinking about it, a bunny hops around the edges of my mind, reeling me back in. Before I know it I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole, staring off into space, thinking about the candy land hellscape of Awad’s creation. Trying to understand it. Being in awe of it. Again. Oh bunny, you’ve got me. I’m yours.

Bunny is clever, sharp. Slapping million dollar revelations in the middle of carefully crafted prose, riddled with metaphors that are syrupy and so sweet to devour.

Hazy, dreamlike imagery can be attributed to the polarity of the story elements. Equal amounts sticky sweet, dark and vile: Bunny is dangerous effervescence, constantly threatening to bubble over and violently explode.

While this isn’t a fantasy title, don’t go into it with a rigid mindset. The lines of reality are blurred but if you let go and give in, Bunny will take care of you.