Bunny (Bunny, #1)

by Mona Awad

Completely immune to the disdain of their fellow graduate student.

Throws her feathery head back.

She looks at us. First at Ava. Then at me. Then at Ava again. She is surprised,

She once told me about a staring contest she had with a gypsy she met on a metro in Paris.

folded into a white origami swan.

But maybe they’re actually trying to include me this year? Maybe this invitation is a gesture of kindness?

I talk to myself sometimes.”

Why do you lie so much? And about the weirdest little things? my mother always asked me. I don’t know, I always said. But I did know. It was very simple. Because it was a better story.

being understood is a privilege I can’t afford.

Or maybe he isn’t so oblivious after all. Maybe he knows and he just doesn’t give a fuck. How would that be?

“Sure, Samantha,” says the mud, “I’d love to.”