Miranda and her parents have just moved into a big house in a small town. At first reluctant to leave New York City, she’s soon captivated by the old house’s secrets, particularly the dollhouse in the attic that is its exact miniature replica. She’s shocked to discover that by peering through the windows of the dollhouse, she can watch the lives of the house’s past inhabitants. But the magic is there for a reason, and Miranda may have been given this gift to stop a decades-old tragedy. Trigger warnings are included at the bottom, since they may include spoilers.
This made me so nostalgic for my elementary school library. I never read Time Windows when I was younger, but I’m guessing there are at least half a dozen magical dollhouse books from the 80s and 90s floating around out there and that almost every fourth-grade girl imprinted on one of them. Mine was When the Dolls Woke by Marjorie Filley Stover, which remains better in my mind, and I’m hesitant to take that theory into practice and ruin a beloved childhood book with current reality. All of that is to say that if you were one of those kids and you’re in the mood for a bike ride down memory lane, this book is for you.
It’s got some pacing problems, the biggest being that nearly 300 pages is just too long for the kind of story that’s being told. A lot of the filler of Miranda’s daily life and the repeats of what she sees in the dollhouse could have been streamlined or cut for a tighter story. There’s also the problem that watching through a dollhouse is an inherently passive activity. However interesting the events there might be (sometimes they are, sometimes not), by its nature it places Miranda in the role of spectator instead of participant in her own story. There isn’t a lot of action to be had inside or outside of the dollhouse.
However, what it does have is character and mystery, and I enjoyed both. Miranda’s relationships with her parents are well-developed, and when she finally brings some of the neighbor kids in on the mystery, those add a dimension to the story too. Truly, for most of the book I just wanted to know why she calls her mom “Mither,” a question that is never answered. The mystery within the dollhouse is slow to unfold, and it takes a while to discover why what Miranda is watching is even relevant. I enjoyed the little clues and the subtle but powerful ending. There’s a horrific image at the heart of this novel, for what’s otherwise a very un-scary book. I guessed it before it happened and then was horrified by it anyway, certain that it was much too grim for a children’s book, but this is, after all, the genre of The Other Mother and Princess Mombi. That aside, though, it’s more of a mystery with a single magical element than it is a horror novel.
Trigger warnings: child death, parent death, dead body (on-page), child abuse (verbal, physical), suffocation, starvation, train wrecks, fire, depression, illness, sexism.