I love to read, I love to read a lot. I love to read in my reading spot. On my couch or in my chair, I love to read anywhere. Books are good, books are fun and Skippy Jon Jones is my favorite one.
To be more specific Skippyjon Jones and the Big Bone. This may be a perfect place to insert a warning about this blog and my warped mind. If you are offended easily, stop reading now. Seriously, I mean it, STOP! Okay, you are asking for it...Skippyjon Jones is a Siamese cat. Sounds harmless, huh? Well, I thought so too, until I read the book to my children the first time. I was reading along and the further I got into the book I began to wonder, was the person writing this book using recreational drugs while watching porn? Or maybe I am just twisted in the head. Skippyjon's mom calls him "pickle pants", okay, so I am fixated on the pickle thing. Because then "pickle pants" goes back to his room and "popped a pickle in his puss". He also slapped some "glue" all over his newfound "bone". Seriously!!?? What the heck did I just read to my kids? Should I finish, oh yes! I must find out what Skippyjon does with his big bone. After slapping glue on his bone, he heads to his bed to pounce and wiggle and bounce and giggle and chants about loving to eat pickles that tickle his head. At this point all I can think about is "A league of Their Own" and Jon Lovitz's character who goes home to give his wife the old pickle tickle, are you following me here? Ok, so I am a little disturbed but more importantly I am being thoroughly entertained by this Siamese cat and his shenanigans. Because not only is the author obsessed with pickles, Skippyjon then has an identity crisis where he thinks he is a Chihuahua named El Skipito Friskito, the GREAT SWORD FIGHTER! Ok, once again, I am in the gutter on this one, if you are confused you may want to go the the urban dictionary and search "sword fight". Now, the cat who thinks he is a dog who is a sword fighter enters the closet to find dinosaurs, say what?! Once he gets to the prehistoric land their are bumps on the rumps, there is peeking through the bushes, and the earth is shaking and the volcano erupts. But that isn't all, the earth is also shaking because of the dinosaurs, the big ones and small ones, feathered and bald ones, and then the kinky ones that were spiky and frilled. I don't want to give the whole story away, but everything turns out great, the kitty boy returns home to Mr. Purrfect who is covered in bones and he heads to bed for a good night bounce. As I finish the book to my kids I say, "Can we read that again? This book is AWESOME!"
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