I bought this book thinking it was going to be deep, perhaps prompting me to think about God on a deeper level. However, it didn't take long to discover the book was so called because the protagonist had a rabbit called God...after this realization why did I go on? Well, I had ditched my previous book so I wanted to give this one a fair chance so I ploughed on expecting the book to get better.
It was a bad decision. I don't feel like I learnt anything by the end of the book. It tries to deal with too many topics such that in the end you really haven't got a clue what the book is actually about: the molested child or her best friend who we find out later was also molested? The lesbian aunt or the gay brother or even the 9/11 attack of the twin towers that caused the protagonist's brother's to become amnesic? Or was it about the errant old man that she stumbles upon in the forest and ends up living with her family for the next two decades?! You get the drift - the book was about everything and in the end, I would say about nothing in particular.
I didn't enjoy it bar the last 30 or so pages (which had a general feel good factor), so I wouldn't recommend it.
By Heather Katsonga-Woodward
Time allowing, I love to read. If I read anything interesting, I will blog about it here.