I’ve never been a big fan of Skippyjon Jones and this book is part of the reason why. I love the imagination, the hyperactive cat, and the illustrations. But the story always seems lacking to me. This is not lost in Space, it’s lost in Spice because Mars is made of chili powder. I can not exactly explain my dislike, all I can say is I rarely finish a book because it feels like it drones on and never gets to the point.