Amy Treloar is a young woman of middle school age who feels the world is against her. She has to take care of her mentally-challenged sister whom she feels has affected friendships with girls her age. It doesn't help that she feels her mother is constantly disappointed in her and that her sister gets the attention in the family. When Amy's aunt, Clare, offers for Amy to come spend a week with Clare while she cleans out her grandparent's home (Amy's great grandparents), Amy jumps at the chance. While there, Amy discovers Clare's old dollhouse where the dolls suspiciously move themselves. After a little investigation at the library, Amy discovers her great grandparents were murdered and it was never solved. Are the dolls trying to tell her something? Can they point Amy to what really happened that night?
This description is quite long because I genuinely love this book. I remembered it being super long and it taking me forever to read. Then it came in the mail at 149 small pages at 14 point font, double spaced. How our memories work, I guess.
I have loved books for as far back as I can remember, and there is a small cannon that made me fall in love with the art of stories. I am glad to say that this book was one of them, regardless of how hokey it can be at times. I ordered an old copy of this just to keep on my shelf, because it makes me smile to read it again and again when I need a pick-me-up. We all need a little of that in our lives.