Mimi's Dada Catifesto

So I found a magic lamp on the street today and gave it a rub.  A genie popped out and told me he would grant me one wish.  I thought long and hard about what I wanted.  Riches beyond my wildest dreams?  That'd be nice.  Permanent world peace?  Even nicer.  In the end, though, only one decision made sense.  Taking a deep breath, I muttered "I wish that Shelley Jackson would never write another children's book."  Let's hope the genie holds up his end of the bargain... 

THREE PROS

*I like cats  

*Cats with drawn-on mustaches are funny
*I will never doubt the rating I gave this stinky litter box material

THREE CONS 

*I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, but this is absolute shit -- you know what, that isn't a strong enough statement -- this is the shittiest book I have ever laid my hands on 
*I could only read about 20% of the words in here without saying WTF and shutting it for good -- not only is the writing painful, but the layout makes me want to kill myself 

*Of course it would be 43 pages long, because more of a bad thing is exactly what the parenting public has been crying out for

ONE DAD'S OPINION
In case you were wondering what the hell "dada" is (I sure did), it is a movement started almost a hundred years ago that glorifies nonsense.  In theory, dada and kidlit should equal a win-win relationship.  In practice, it doesn't, if this experiment is any indicator of the strength of that pairing.  MDC is like the afterbirth generated between a Rube Goldberg device and complete and utter failure.  I've never wanted to Destroy something more than this frickin' Catifesto.  To be honest, I never let my son near it.  I saw it in the library, took a peek inside to see what it was, nearly crapped myself when I realized I had found the worst story known to man, and brought it home only so I could eventually write this review.  From one Dada to another, let me boil down my opinion to a three-second YouTube clip so we can all move on...    

Buy / Borrow / Donate / DESTROY