It was called “when god was a rabbit” I don’t really remember who it was by but I was really excited to read it since id heard it recommend in a magazine as something thought provoking and I love rabbits too so I thought it was a good sign. It turned out to be a shock value book that wasn’t thought provoking in the slightest and was just kinda disturbing. I got about half way through but when the author did some pretty gruesome things to a baby I just kinda called it quits. It had these whimsical moments that would led you into a false sense of security too then do something awful. I could feel the author almost saying “see how awful it all is?” Like yeah but why tho? For what? There is no deeper meaning in works like that imo

When i was younger my friends would recommend a lot of ya novels and while I do think some are very nice majority of them just aren’t my taste. I’ve kinda stopped taking my friends recommendations because of this and don’t really try and read any anymore.

1984, it was just too grim for me. Especially that ending…

V.c. andrews, Oscar Wilde, and George Orwell