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