
This is a long, meta meditation on the corrupting effect on artist and art when the focus is too much on outcome and not enough on process. Although I loved Bunny, I don't think I would have finished this very long follow-up without narrator Sophie Amoss guiding me through. Did I mention that the novel is long? Because it totally is, Bunny. It's worth it, but it would have been more worth it had it been a little shorter.























































