(I was Rachel Robinson, okay. The character detail that I remember most about her was that she obsessive-compulsively covered all her notebooks with wallpaper.)
These are the books I lived on when I was in around fifth, sixth, and seventh grade, along with other favorites like Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, Sharon Creech, and Paula Danziger. They're the ones that are still in cardboard boxes at my parents' house because I wouldn't ever give them away (although I did briefly flirt with the idea of selling my Babysitters Club back catalogue on eBay) and the ones that I spent a lot of time leafing through in the stacks of the YA section at the Pollard Memorial Library in Lowell.
That's why it's weird to look them up on Amazon now and have this cover pop up:
It's kind of weirdly dislocating to think of these characters in the present day. Despite the fact that this book was actually published in 1987, to me these girls will always be eleven-year-olds from the 90s, just like I was.
And let's not even talk about the fact that The Babysitters Club now exists as a graphic novel.
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AND ALL HER CLOTHES HUNG THE SAME WAY ON WHITE PLASTIC HANGERS.
Bethany, we are so much the same.
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