A Personal Reflection from an Audible.com Editor

Six weeks ago, I adopted a bunny. He is a little 3-pound hotot with black ears and black-circled eyes. My girlfriend and I named him Vonnegut. It seemed the perfect name for a rabbit. Vonnegut's writing is touching, and a touch schizophrenic. It is witty, and at times twitchy, or so it seems. It is humorous and yet deadly focused and pointed, all in one sentence. We saw all this in our bunny. But most of all, despite being a furry, disorderly looking animal, he brought us a sense of humanity, in a world full of absurdity.