This is the type of novel I'm always seeking out, in more than one way - as readable lit-fic with a distinctive voice, an edge and a willingness to depart from 'realism' and the literal, and as a sharp-toothed campus-outsider satire (Heathers is mentioned). When it came to Bunny, I was there for all of that, and for the directness and (seeming) lack of subtlety about the central, somewhat gory metaphors - and appreciated the way it pays off the early doubts that it creates about its narrator Samantha's mental state and reliability (and whether she's in fact a sympathetic character), in a way that also makes a virtue of the lack of explanation for just how the Bunnies are working the magic that creates their 'Drafts'. Let's say schizophrenia's in play, let's say Ava isn't real, let's say (maybe more speculatively but seems implied) that Bunny the text is Samantha's in-text thesis; in that case, where's the line between the real and what's not?
