Bunny's. Lot's of bunny's.

🐰A Fever Dream Dipped in Blood and Cotton Candy🐰

Some books are meant to be read. Others are meant to consume you, to gnaw at your bones and whisper in your ear long after you’ve closed them. Bunny by Mona Awad doesn’t just consume—it metastasizes. It seeps into your bloodstream like a hallucinogenic nightmare wrapped in pink lace, leaving you dazed, disturbed, and begging for more.

This is not a book. This is a ritual. A siren song for the lonely, the broken, the ones who have always felt like they’re standing just outside the glowing warmth of belonging. Bunny is an acid-laced fairytale where reality bends, friendships bleed, and identity is nothing but a fragile, melting mask.

Bunnies Bite🐰

Samantha is an outsider at Warren University’s prestigious MFA program. She doesn’t fit in with the "Bunnies"—a clique of eerily perfect, saccharine-rich girls who speak in purrs and giggles, practically dripping in pastel and privilege. They finish each other’s sentences. They float rather than walk. They are too much. Too close. Too synchronized. Too wrong.

And then, they invite her in.🐰

Like a lamb walking into the wolf’s mouth, Samantha steps into their world of Workshop, where creativity is a pulsing, grotesque thing. Where writing isn’t just storytelling—it’s summoning. Where friendship isn’t bonding—it’s consumption.

But it’s fine. It’s all fine. Because they like her now.

Right?

A Wonderland of Horror🐰

As Samantha is pulled deeper into the Bunny cult, things begin to splinter. What’s real? What’s imagined? Is she creating, or is she destroying?

There are creatures. Boys. Born out of flesh, love, and something much darker. There are whispers in the walls, sweetness laced with arsenic, and the slow, suffocating loss of self. Because when you let the Bunnies in, they don’t just want your friendship—they want you.

Mona Awad’s prose is a drug. It’s lyrical, unhinged, sharp as a blade and sticky-sweet like rotting fruit. Every page feels like slipping deeper into a dream you can’t wake from—a dream with teeth. The horror isn’t just in the blood and the body horror; it’s in the hunger. The desperate, aching need to belong. To be loved. To be chosen.

 Let the Bunnies In🐰

Bunny is grotesque. It’s intoxicating. It’s a horror novel disguised as a mean-girl satire, a feminist manifesto wrapped in razor wire, a Lynchian fever dream that grabs you by the throat and giggles in your face.

It’s about art. It’s about loneliness. It’s about the monstrous things we become in order to be wanted.

And if you let it, Bunny will swallow you whole.

5⭐️ and Bunnies🐰