When I was about ten years old, I got it into my head to organize my bookshelves and make them into a "library". I thought it would be a wonderful idea to set up a system of marking my books so that my brother, my friends, and my parents could borrow them and I could feel very important as I kept careful records of who had taken what out, and when. In a Blue Velvet Dress was one of the few books whose inside cover was awarded a sticker reading "Speciul permishun book"––meaning that I had to personally decide who could take it out and for how long.
The library system never really got off the ground, but the sticker has remained in the book, and now every time I open the front cover, I see it and smile. I have read this book perhaps fifteen times. It is the book I curl up with when I'm trying (and failing) to get to sleep in a strange place. I almost know it by heart. The story is delightful and original. It is by turns funny, moving, sad, and whimsical. Sefton's style is beautiful, and it only adds to the atmosphere of the story; the last line of the story, especially, has stuck in my memory as perfectly fitting.
This book may not appeal to those who enjoy fast-paced thrillers or terrifying ghost stories. In a Blue Velvet Dress is a gentle story about a friendly ghost––yes, they exist––and one girl's encounter with someone she thinks needs help but who, it turns out, is only trying to help her.