I mean to read Eve Ibbotson's children's books at some point. The ninja girl and Little Springtime both read and loved them, but I didn't read them at that point.

Too bad about Miss Happiness! But that's what a distance of decades does for memory. Maybe it improved in memory, or maybe I was just so fascinated by the dollhouse at the back that I decided the story was good even though it was thin. (I'm pretty sure I'd be disappointed if I reread…)