I began having my doubts about this book a few nights ago. I thought that this really was going to be about these bath toys that went overboard, but honestly, I'm not sure what was going on with this book. There were so many tiny fonted words so tightly packed together in modestly spaced sentences, and so few of these words seemed to be about these toys, that I wondered if perhaps the author was prone to wandering off topic. Well, yes, yes he is prone to that. In fact, he jumps from insight to insight like a flea jumps from dog to cat! There's a lot of motion in this book, it's just that nothing seemed related, and it certainly didn't seem to congeal into a narrative about these bath toys. The way the author approached this story didn't appeal to me, and I lost interest. I decided to abandon Moby-Duck when it hit me in the chin when I fell asleep reading it.