Bunny by Mona Awad felt like a ride in Alice's Wonderland except one bunny was a collective whole of a group of privileged paper doll cutouts of girls writing at a school Fitzgerald worthy. Sam, the main character, stands out not like Gatsby more a mirror meditating on the opposite wall gazing at the bunny deciding whether or not to follow it(them) down the hole of truth. A definite plot in this story is deliberately ignored, because where Sam ends up and what she wants is unclear. This is a journey in the mind of a writer and you have to decipher the real from the unreal, characters from real people. This story turns dark with shimmers of light on short blades of grass. The writing is beautiful and very Atwood, so I love it. I enjoyed the odyssey because the writing often made very mundane daily observations amazing. My four star review came from not liking the ending. It felt cliche' in a book that took risk in being anything but.
