Huh. I loved making things for my dolls through my adolescence, and I still enjoy some doll and dollhouse stories. But this one verged on the twee, and I just don't see the appeal for re-reads.

Ok, it's cute they don't know what jacks are, and they clean their house for Big Susan, and name the new baby Little Susan. And I suppose I could forgive them for having servants, though the author's treatment of said Nurse and Cook is rather offensive. But I don't feel any depth, complexity, or resonance here. Even the most innocent & sheltered child has more going on in her life than is even possible in this fantasy world.

*My* dolls really lived. They had adventures, and arguments, and sorrows, and joys. And not just on Christmas night, either. Susan's dolls are almost boring. And Susan isn't in the book much at all - the title is misleading. ( )