I’ll be the first to admit that I cry over EVERYTHING. Movies. Commercials. Cards. You name it, I’ve shed a tear over it. But one thing that I rarely ever cry over is books. That’s not to say that I don’t cry over them; sometimes stories can be so moving that I may shed a tear or two. But an all out bawl-fest? Forget about it!
There is one book that did manage to invoke said fest in all my 29 years of reading (yes, I read as a baby… I was that smart. <snortlaughs>) and that book is BSC’s #13 Good-bye Stacey, Good-bye.
The synopsis of this book is that Stacey’s parents decide to move BACK to New York, leaving their home in Stoneybrook, CT and, essentially, Stacey’s new found friends in the Baby-sitters Club. Everyone is, of course, super sad because Stacey is leaving. I’m sure there’s more to the book, but that’s basically it.
Y’all… I remember being 9 or 10 huddled up in the corner of my bedroom BAWLING over this book. I mean, all-out, could not control myself bawling. I was so affected by this book it kind of creeps me out.
Perhaps I should back up though… the year before I read this my family and I moved to the next town over. I was still able to stay at my old elementary school, but knew that the next year I would have to change schools. This made me hella-sad. We had moved a lot when I was a kid (military brat), so I was no stranger to moving, but I think I was finally at the age where I had made best friends. I’m talking attached at the hip BEST FRIENDS. So a year later, after changing schools and starting all over again making friends, when I read this book it invoked all those memories of leaving my friends behind and how much I missed them. Which just goes to show you how powerful the Baby-sitters Club books really were to my pre-teen self.
Last Thursday I asked what you all read growing up and the BSC books seemed to be on everyone’s list. These books shaped the childhoods of just about everyone I know. You knew which of the babysitters you were (I was a MaryAnn). You squealed when Logan finally asked MaryAnn out. You wanted to make jewelry with Claudia, play baseball with Kristy and eat tofu sandwiches with Dawn. Okay, maybe not that last part, but you get my drift.
Honestly, no matter how old I am I know I’ll always cherish the Baby-sitter’s Club.