Laura Wilson's Hello Bunny Alice is probably one very weak story, to the point you can't help but wonder exactly how this was published.Alice purposely lives in seclusion when her dead husband's best friend rocks up on her door one morning, and he's portrayed to be a completely unlikable character and yet she puts up with him instead of kicking him out. For whatever reason, there's some mystery to her husband's suicide (though a depressed alcaholic seems like a pretty straight-forward answer.) There's also a lot of focus on Alice's old job as a cocktail waitress wearing rabbit ears and a tail, which is, another weak element to this book. Both her husband and her husband's best friend also constantly refer to her as "Hello Bunny Alice" which becomes tedious after about the fifth time it's been written.This book narrowly escapes being stuffed into the teen-reading section by the author writing "cunt." Now I'm not offended by this, but I can't help but wonder if the author was worried about not being taken seriously, so she had to be "edgy" with writing this word. She also changes usual sayings with words that mean the exact same thing in some kind of poor effort to appear clever.Honestly, if you're looking for a book, take it from me. There is nothing sexy about this, nothing chillingly dark, nothing clever. It's just one, long, drag.
