When I was little I loved dollhouses. Tiny things, especially tiny houses, filled me with indescribable joy. So I saved up my money and bought the biggest, baddest dollhouse kit I could find. It was huge and wonderfully intricate — nine rooms, working windows and doors, even tiny gutters. I spent countless hours on that thing, through junior high and even high school. In my family it became known simply as The Dollhouse. I never finished it.