And that's how I learned that celluloid is flammable!
(I can't actually be sure of that, but I do think it was the first piece of fiction I read where it's a plot point.)
Are dolls the children's book equivalent of dogs?
I feel like dogs are more tear-jerking death, less uncanny valley. Dolls are almost always uncanny valley. I don't necessarily recommend re-reading Lynne Reid Banks' The Indian in the Cupboard (1980)—I tried a few years ago—but that's another book with a nightmare fuel premise presented as charming fantastical conceit (which, as I recall, gets increasingly WTF as the series goes on).
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Date: 2019-07-16 06:46 pm (UTC)And that's how I learned that celluloid is flammable!
(I can't actually be sure of that, but I do think it was the first piece of fiction I read where it's a plot point.)
Are dolls the children's book equivalent of dogs?
I feel like dogs are more tear-jerking death, less uncanny valley. Dolls are almost always uncanny valley. I don't necessarily recommend re-reading Lynne Reid Banks' The Indian in the Cupboard (1980)—I tried a few years ago—but that's another book with a nightmare fuel premise presented as charming fantastical conceit (which, as I recall, gets increasingly WTF as the series goes on).