This is less of a review and more of a window into the life of an obsessed doll collector. The doll journey I have been on during the last few weeks is not really in keeping with my normal collecting habits, and yet it highlights some of the things I love most about this hobby--the rich history of doll-making, the incredible diversity of dolls available to us today...and a little bit of silliness. Let me tell you what happened and what I learned along the way.
It all started with some friends giving me a gift. These particular friends are aware of my doll obsession and still like me. That's pretty great on its own, but to make things even better, these friends also have a fantastic sense of humor. They saw this book at a local store and thought of me:
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Creepy-Ass Dolls, by Stacey Leigh Brooks |