The Dollhouse Murders by Betty Ren Wright, 149 pages
Amy Treloar seeks solace with her Aunt Clare, only to discover a dollhouse in the attic that keeps playing out the details of the grisly murder of her grandparents.
As a kid, I thought the adults behaved abominably. Their actions didn't make sense and seemed to make Amy's life harder purposefully. As an adult, I can read between the lines. Some of what the adults feared seemed so silly, but now I understand; for example, Amy's mother's fear that she is responsible for Luann's brain damage. The mystery itself seemed a little underwhelming, but after all, this book isn't aimed at me anymore. I still loved it. Reading this book again was a little like watching an old home movie the child version of myself.
