I really wanted to like this book - I thinks it’s intentions were good! And I am not at all adverse to a touch of whimsy. But I just felt this tried too hard. It tried too hard to make me “fall in love” with its crazy, kooky characters. But I just felt they were crazy and kooky. I felt unsettled that 2 very odd adults basically stole a child away on a wild road trip. And seriously, what was the significance of dragging a store mannequin around with them. I’m all for embracing eccentricity, and celebrating the inner child, but I was ultimately irritated, not moved which is what the author intended.