That rat Ricky, thought Molly as she watched his disappear. “I mean, I like to eat turnips,” Ricky said as he shoveled forkfuls in his mouth to get it over with as quickly as possible. “I’d like to return it,” whispered Molly’s older brother, Ricky. Gilford turned around and gave her what Molly’s father used to call the Gladys Gilford Glacial Glare, “Polite children do not refer to food as stuff,” she said, “The vegetable which you are lucky enough to have on your plate is mashed turnip.” Then she saw the orange heap on her plate, “What’s this orange stuff?” she asked. Molly had smelled trouble as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Gilford, the housekeeper called everyone to supper. She had been sitting at the table ever since Mrs. She had been sitting at the kitchen table for exactly two hours, forty-six minutes, and one, two, three seconds. Molly felt grumpy too, as she glanced up at the clock. Probably Sleepy and Grumpy, thought Molly. She would rather be Snow White with her dark curly hair and make Susan and Molly be dwarfs. She could probably talk Susan into it, but Linda was much more stubborn. She didn’t have any glass slippers either, And the hardest part would be to convince her friends, Linda and Susan to play the ugly stepsisters. There were just a couple of problems: There was no such dress in existence which meant she’d have to talk her mother into buying the material and making it. It was a perfect dress for Cinderella, which was who she wanted to be for Halloween.

It would be adorned with jewels that would sparkle when she moved. It would be a long pink float-y dress that would swish and swirl when she walked.

Molly McIntire sat at the kitchen table daydreaming about her Halloween costume. Here is the doll version of Meet Molly by Valerie Tripp. I had a very hard time leaving anything out in this book, and I tried hard to match my doll photos with Nick Bate’s illustrations (I’ll also show that to you too at the end of this post). But I also completely relate to Molly and all the crazy things she went through in the book (I’ll talk more about that at the end of this super long post). I have been planning this post for almost a year, and now I’m so full of excited anticipation to give it to you! Meet Molly is my Very Favorite American Girl book Ever! Part of it is because it was the first AG book I ever read (well, actually my mom read it to me when I was around 8 or 9 at the doctor’s office feeling miserable and Molly took my mind off being sick).