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251 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 14, 2026
Just like the Lewis Carroll character who led Alice down a long dark tunnel, Abbie Rose-Marie’s White Rabbit takes us to a place that is at once both strange and strangely familiar. The story begins in a yellow house, the former home Sylvia Plath, which sits on a bluff overlooking the ocean in Winthrop, Massachusetts. Sylvia’s ghost accompanies Penelope, our eleven-year-old protagonist, on their journey through a wonderland full of characters no less vivid than a Cheshire cat, a Queen of Hearts, and the backward-talking White Knight.
Penelope lives with her single mom, Louie, who works two part-time jobs to maintain Penelope in the yellow house where it is always January 26 – the day Penelope’s father disappeared. For it was the father who first showed himself in the rabbit head on a beach in Venice, California, where he met and married Penelope’s mother fourteen years before our story opens.
Penelope is a neurodivergent pre-teen who knows over four thousand facts and feels colors in a way that sometimes gives her the jeebies. She relishes the memory of her father: a man who read Sylvia Plath’s poetry aloud to the ocean; the one who screamed to let his genius out as he developed a masterful musical titled White Rabbit; a father telling his daughter about the little house on a cul-de-sac in St. Paul, Minnesota, where they will live happily ever after. Except he is gone on the very day White Rabbit was to be performed at the high school where Penelope’s father taught theater to students for whom he made many White Rabbit heads.
When Penelope witnesses her mother begin to turn blue from missing her husband, Penelope decides it is time to leave their comfortable home in Winthrop. Accompanied by Sylvia’s ghost, an aunt named Apple, and Apple’s boyfriend, James, Penelope sets out on a journey to the heartland from which Penelope expects to bring her father back.
As in real life, things don’t always turn out the way Penelope had hoped. Sadly, Penelope’s father would have better been cast as the Mad Hatter.
In crafting White Rabbit (the novel), Abbie Rose-Marie has given us something much more than a child’s wonderous and sometimes frightening escapade. She tells a tale certain to be appreciated by any adult who realizes it’s no use going back to yesterday, because we were different people then, only one short day ago. No one who reads White Rabbit will believe they are the same person they were before they joined Penelope’s adventure.