What if you only had one week left to live?
What would you do?
Who would you become?

A wild and emotionally searing, yet tender novel, My Last Week (with a Demon Named Bun-Bun) is an unforgettable journey through presence, purpose, and the sacred weirdness of being alive.

When Donna—a sharp-tongued, quietly unravelling woman—finds out she has only seven days left to live, she doesn’t make a bucket list.
She makes hot cocoa.
And faces the unimaginable: a countdown she didn’t choose… and a strange, otherworldly visitor who may or may not be a demon.

Bun-Bun, as she names it, is both cosmic and ridiculous—a rabbit-shaped enigma who doesn’t offer answers, but presence.
He’s not here to guide her.
He’s not here to save her.
He just is.

Blending magical realism, lyrical prose, and raw psychological insight, this novel is “Eat, Pray, Love” meets “The Midnight Library”, whispered through the velvet dark by your inner child and your highest self holding hands.