Doll Bones by Holly Black.
Illustrations by Eliza Wheeler.
Margaret K. McElderry Books,
an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing Division.
This weekend, I discovered I have quite a few friends who are creeped out by dolls.
If you are one of those people, you may or may not want to check out Doll Bones.
Of course, I am a person who enjoys creepy stuff. Especially creepy kids' books, which I find are often creepier than books geared toward adults. (See Splendors and Glooms - scroll down.)
There isn't much I can say about this book without giving too much away. It's about three friends. They are at that age. That horrible age between playing make-believe and growing up. And it's about a doll. A doll who may or may not be possessed by a ghost.
I would guess this book is best for kids aged 9 to 12 or so. I will say, my girls keep picking it up and looking at it. (I didn't read it to them.) Strangely enough, Little Sis expressed her desire this weekend to decorate her room with jars and baskets of old doll heads. I know this is something she saw at the antique store recently, but it was such a funny request that I started a Pinterest board for her, all about decorating with dolls. (And doll pieces.) Friends of mine have even offered their own doll head collections. Oh, my little ones and their macabre streaks...
I like dolls. I was never creeped out by them. Of course, I like clowns, too - especially the old-fashioned variety you see in old Lon Chaney movies and circus posters. I have dolls hanging out with my books in the living room, in fact.
The bottom one is Scarlett O'Hara, by the way. My great-aunt made her.
For more doll fun, check out my Pinterest boards: here, here, here, and here.
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