The Rabbit Hutch by Tess Gunty was being read by the woman who sat next to me on the airplane and was then available for very little on Kindle, so, intrigued, I bought it. Amazon: “An online obituary writer. A young mother with a dark secret. A woman waging a solo campaign against rodents — neighbors, separated only by the thin walls of a low-cost housing complex in the once bustling industrial center of Vacca Vale, Indiana. Welcome to the Rabbit Hutch. Ethereally beautiful and formidably intelligent, Blandine shares her apartment with three teenage boys she neither likes nor understands, all, like her, now aged out of the state foster care system that has repeatedly failed them, all searching for meaning in their lives. Set over one sweltering week in July and culminating in a bizarre act of violence that finally changes everything, The Rabbit Hutch is a savagely beautiful and bitingly funny snapshot of contemporary America, a gorgeous and provocative tale of loneliness and longing, entrapment and, ultimately, freedom.” I didn’t really enjoy this book and sprinted to the finish to be done with it. The characters weren’t likeable and the jumping from person-to-person was unsatisfying. I would give this one a skip.