What if a Barbie doll could walk and talk — would she really be the kind of friend a young girl would want? Or would she narrow her violet eyes and snap things like ”I need to work on my tan” and ”I wouldn’t be caught dead in these (clothes)”?
In Caitlin’s Holiday, Caitlin, an ordinary little girl who has swapped her beloved old doll for a glamorous fashion doll at a resale shop, is shocked, and understandably mesmerized, when the 12-inch plastic figure, named Holiday, begins to talk to her.
Alas, the gorgeous Holiday turns out to be a brainless snip, a clothing-obsessed narcissist who drives Caitlin crazy with her demands for expensive new outfits. Instead of playing or being a true friend, she just wants to shop and do her aerobics.
Helen Griffith’s hilarious satire combines the old-fashioned allure of a ”toys-come-alive” story with an up-to-the-minute spoof. The prose is brisk and lively and the character of Caitlin provides a solid and believable ground for the fantasy. The only disappointment is that the little girl makes peace with her crabby little fashion victim instead of smartly throwing her out the window. A