The premise of this book is this: Irma, the little girl, has lost her doll, Soupsy. Franz Kafka happens to overhear her crying at the park and invents a white lie that Soupsy is not missing – just traveling! To carry on the fiction, he brings Irma a series of letters cataloging Soupsy's adventures. Kafka, however, is sick and growing ever more so, and the adventures have to come to an end, one which is poignant and so pitch perfect, it will lodge itself in your little one's heart--and yours--for good. The best kind of metamorphosis.