Oh my god, yes. I remember I convinced my sister to ask for one on the theory that my parents would be more likely to give her one than me (in retrospect, I'm not sure why I thought this, probably because I was a suspicious, distrustful child, and also because she asked for stuff a lot less frequently than me). They said no, it was too expensive and we had lots of dolls (true). I think we had a bunch of the books, though, but maybe we read them from the library. I can't even remember which one was my favorite, I liked them all. Out of curiosity, did they ever introduce a Jewish girl?

But I always, always, even in the height of my desperate desire, thought the story on the back of the catalogue was the most melodramatic cheesy thing I'd ever seen.