When I first heard that American Girl Dolls cost $100, I couldn’t believe anyone would buy them. I thought it was the most outrageously expensive toy. And I couldn’t come up with any type of scenario in my head that would justify such a purchase. Really, just how educational could they be?
And then, I heard parents and children extol the virtues of the dolls. Again. And again and again.
Hmmm. Finally, my most practical friend, said she had purchased one doll for each of her daughters. This friend proudly refers to herself as cheap. I stared in disbelief. She said the girls read all of the books.
As a parent, I am not above material goods as a form of motivation, within reason. Most particularly motivation to read.
And so I began researching the dolls. The quality, price, social aspects. We live in an ordinary middle class suburb. Every little girl seems to have one of these expensive dolls. And, turns out, I like the dolls. Oh, the horror.
DD7 gets one for her birthday. Kanani, a little girl from Hawaii. We have tea at American Girl Place. DD7 gets the dog. And all she wants for Christmas is stuff for her doll.
I’m teaching her to sew the doll clothes. She had no interest in constructing clothing for human beings. She’d leave that to me. But for Kanani, that is different, interesting, fun.
And she’s reading the books. All of them. We own two. The library has 74. She’s read about one per week since November.
Yeah, anything that gives me a positive activity with my daughters, and promotes reading is a good investment to me.
And they’re cute. Even I couldn’t resist.





