Kids books, like any kind of literature, can vary widely, but, let's face it, most of them are shit. Then, every once in a while you find one that is supremely challenging to everything that you thought possible in kids' literature and literature and general. Something that tears down assumptions of what is trope and what is not, something that breaks downs the very thin border between surrealism and children's literature, something that in its sheer lunacy transcends the hazy line separating human from deity. The Amazing Bone is one of these books.
Pearl the pig dawdles her way home. In the forest she lazes about savoring nature and declaring "I love everything!". Then she hears a voice expressing the same sentiment. It is the bone, a talking bone that had escaped from the clutches of an evil witch. The bone, it tells her, is able to replicate every human language and every known sound. Pearl loves the bone dearly, and it loves her. On the way home, they are set upon by highwaymen who literally press their guns to Pearl's forehead and demand her cash until the bone imitates the sound of ferocious beasts and scares them off. A fucking sadistic fox finds her next and, embracing her, abducts her to his home to eat her. The bone has no effect on him. Pearl, she tells the bone, has just begun to live and does not want to die. The bone says they will perish together, the best of friends. As the fox plus cutlery descends upon her, the bone begins speaking in tongues transforming the fox into a mouse-sized fox and they escape. He learned this subconsciously from the witch, says the bone. And all is well.
This is such a damn wacky book that it is hard to compare with anything or characterize as anything other than the sort of thing the discerning reader would expect to find in the words of Soupault or Lautreaumont, perhaps?