When we were living in Pakistan I told my daughter Lenore stories about a porcelain doll because I knew she would get one at Christmas from her Nanna. She helped with the story and called the doll Amy Jo after her pretend big sister in boarding school. When Lenore opened her gift and found the doll, she said, 'It's Amy Jo!' She had no idea the stories were about a doll for her. She called the real doll Amy Jo too and here she is.