Know those teenage girls you saw in the Mall last weekend? You know, the ones that were continously babbling about everything, unable to hold a single thought for more than 30 seconds? Yep, thats them. Take one of them, put her in a gold mesh brassier and a solid gold g string, and give her a sword and you have our heroine

Told in the second person, Maureen (Dont call her Muffy) travels the Sci Fi universe, popping into the storylines of Edgar Rice Burroughs Mars series, to taming the Apes in the Center of Burroughs Earth, Spending Time with Robert Adams Horseclans.

Isaac Asimov and H.P. Lovecraft were some of the others whose worlds were visited by Muffy, all with approval and some by request, as our herione battles monsters and shopping clerks with equal zeal.

In One chapter that sticks out in my mind She travels to Sherwood Forest and runs into Robin Hood and the Gang, and promptly challenges a trial of arms. In fashionable preppie teenage style, the challenge is accepted, and armed with Mommys credit card in her bra, Muffy and Maid Marian do combat in the Mall, seeing who can purchase the perfect outfit.

A good comedic twist on the Sci Fi world, and a good read, once you figure out thats its wrote in the style of a babbling valley girl

They should have known better. I figure if three authors want to write a book in turns while getting pissed and trying to screw each other by writing the next into a corner, sure. They're big boys, right? Just don't go around and RELEASE the damn thing. Oy. This is bad. Painfully bad. If I'd paid for it instead of being given it by a friend, I would have probably been angry instead of just dissapointed.

Three science fiction masters each take turns trying to write the other two into a hole. An epic space opera revolving around a bewildered human, several various and assorted aliens, and a buxom space cowgirl named Marshmallow are pawns, riding the edge of one cliffhanger after another as Chalker, Resnick and Effinger move them about an absurd verbal chessboard.

A truly unique concept in novelization, and completely unconcerned with conventional storytelling, this is one of the funniest (and strangest) books to be written by an American in recent memory.

This book is a terrific collaborative work. Effinger, Chalker, Resnick take turns writing chapters, each more imaginatively absurd than the last. Hilarious!