If you were reading this novel and were trying to picture the dolls in Mrs. Anderson's house, I'm posting five pictures that suddenly appeared in my memory roll, of a display of the dolls belonging to the woman on whom I based the character. I wonder if you'll find them as unnerving as I do, but the woman who collected them really was a well-loved member of the community and an honourary member of my extended family.
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We Find What Is Lost: A Novel of the Terribly Acronymed Detective Club (Book 1)
Misterio / SuspensoRachel, Al, Lauren, Joe and Sunny grew up together in Queensborough in the late Seventies, solidifying their friendship by forming the Lawrence Street Detective Club. They found a lost pet or two, and even gained brief fame by helping a kid escape h...