Another delightful review! Thank you! I laughed aloud at the last sentence.

When I was a kid, I really enjoyed books that were full of things I had no experience with: treacle, greeting with salaam, rubbers (overshoes, of course) and so forth. Looking at your list above, I realize that I knew most of those things: I had a Noah's Ark set; my father used a blotting pad (and pens, and an inkwell); there were a few lead soldiers still clunking around the house; and I had wooden food in my dollhouses (so detailed, so tiny!).

It's strange to me to think that these things aren't prevalent anymore, but stranger still to realize that they weren't even prevalent when I was growing up - most of my friends only had plastic toys. Fortunately for me, my parents wanted me to have things that were beautiful and timeless.

Ach. Don't mind me. This stream-of-consciousness rambling has been brought to you by the letter E.

(If I were to presume that white dominoes were simply dominoes made of ivory or something else pale in color, would I be way off base?)