My heroine, Lorane, was named after one of my favorite childhood dolls, Loraina. She was one of those big eye Bradley dolls that weren’t meant to be given as toys. A bachelor friend of my parents presented both me and my sister one for Christmas–he didn’t get that these weren’t playthings–and I did end up ruining her by giving her new makeup on her eyes with markers. But I still kept her. In fact she made it into my children’s childhoods. Loraina sat in my daughters’ closet, probably creeping them out.
I don’t know where the doll ended up. She’s either in my garage somewhere in a box, or I finally threw her out because her legs got broken and she was old (And am I the only one who doesn’t like to think about throwing out toys because I’m afraid I’ll hurt their feelings? And this is from before Toy Story.), but whenever I think about Lorane from A Matter of Honor, I remember that doll.
Lorane, the character, looks nothing like Loraina, though.
Books I’m reading now:
The Glass Magician by Charlie N Holmberg