One thing that's so exciting about writing this doll book is that whenever I tell people about it, they tell me a memory they have about dolls in their childhood.  I just heard one last night from a male friend in the parking lot of Trader Joe's.  He said his father was friends with a puppeteer and way high up on some shelves in his childhood home were more than a few elaborate wooden puppets that he wasn't allowed to touch.  He said they scared the shit out of him.  Quite a few of the doll stories I have include not being able to touch the dolls and being terrified of them.