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Read if you like: Thinly veiled historical allegory, anthropomorphic British animals, quests, Animal Farm, waif prophets saving the day, The Lord of the Rings, rabbits.
Why should you read this?
So this is a book about rabbits. I'm not kidding. Rabbits. Wild badass bunnies. I want you to stay with me on this one. You may have seen the film adaptation (faithful enough to be mentally scarring for any child who saw it. Violent shit goes down.) or started the book thinking it would be a story about rabbits who act like people (not spoiler: it's not). It is a book. About. Rabbits. The coolest part, well aside from the fact that it is a well-written and beloved piece of literature (the blurbs do not lie), is that we experience the trials and emotions of being a rabbit in an awesome way. There are delightful details like the rabbits don't understand numbers higher than four, the rabbits don't understand that things can float on water, the rabbits don't know what a train is. There is rabbit mythology, realistic biology, and—wait for it—rabbit slang (with a glossary). It's like Lord of the Rings but with rabbits (incidentally, new drinking game: a shot every time I use the word 'rabbit,' which, more incidentally, isn't looking like a real word anymore).
Aforementioned shit begins its downward descent when Fiver, a runt, has a vision of blood and death in the rabbit warren. Naturally he tries to warn everybody. Naturally no one believes him except his older brother, Hazel. They only manage to convince a handful of rabbits to abandon their warren. When will people—er, rabbits learn to always trust the waif prophet? Now our rabbit heroes are on a quest for a new home and the world is not the safest place for a rabbit. The rabbit-god Frith cursed the rabbits with many enemies, but he gave the rabbits the gift to run. So you'll have to catch them first, bitches!
I love Watership Down because it feels damn realistic, like, I'm pretty sure Richard Adams was a rabbit in a past life, but it doesn't read like a narrated nature program. You actually care about our little rabbit friends. I cried in public while reading this book. I was eighteen. Testify. I'm a sucker for really any epic adventure quest (paging the department of redundancy department) and this one renders a five-mile trip to Watership Down (shocking spoiler, I know) feel as beautiful and touching and full of wonder as 10 years to Ithaca. It's awesome times hrair*.
Quote of greatness:
"'Hazel,' Blackberry said quickly, 'that's a piece of flat wood—like that piece that closed the gap by the Green Loose above the warren—you remember? It must have drifted down the river. So it floats. We could put Fiver and Pipkin on it and make it float again. It might go across the river. Can you understand?'
"Hazel had no idea what he meant. Blackberry's flood of apparent nonsense only seemed to draw tighter the mesh of danger and bewilderment. As though Bigwig's angry impatience, Pipkin's terror and the approaching dog were not enough to contend with, the cleverest rabbit among them had evidently gone out of his mind. He felt close to despair."
*A great many; an uncountable number; any number over four in rabbit (shot!) slang