"There is talk that Baby-sitter’s Club Books are not qualified to count in the Thousander Club. I am completely opposed to these rumors.
Without the Baby-sitter’s Club, I don’t think I would have survived middle school. Between puberty, “popular” kids, algebra, and Chumbawumba, I didn’t think I wanted to live past fourteen, because it could only get worse. Then I discovered the magical, moral world of Stoneybrook, Connecticut. People living in Stoneybrook had children you would want to babysit. The only thing having a boyfriend meant was that you would talk to him on the phone daily, and if things were really serious, you might get a kiss on special occasions. No more, no less. Boys didn’t care about your size or shape—they liked you for who you were inside. All your friends lived within a few blocks of you, and sometimes your divorced parents fell in love with each other and got married. Stoneybrook had so much to offer—so much an awkwardly pudgy, self conscious girl could not find in real life.
Sure, the stories are not life changing or extremely deep or existential—but they gave me a place to escape to when being thirteen was just too much to bear. Could I tell you the plots of any of these books? No. Did I ever find a boyfriend as perfect and handsome as Mary Anne’s? No. Did I ever find kids I really enjoyed babysitting? Heck no. But, those books made me want to keep going. I still believe Stoneybrook is out there, and when my girls are ready to look for it, I know where they can find it.
If you don’t think these books should count, you must have had a fabulous adolescence that never made you want to crawl out of your own skin and be someone else. I ask that you condescend to my level, put yourself in an awkward teenager’s shoes, and understand why “trivial” literature of this nature is so important to us little guys."
Humbly Yours,Sarah J. Zern