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Filed under Uncategorized by teresa santoski at 12:11 pm

While doing research for today’s Daily TWiP, I stumbled across a rather awesome blog by the name of Claudia’s Room. The blog’s author has decided to go back through and reread all of her old Baby-sitter’s Club books and write about how she views them now versus how she viewed them when she first read them as a kid.

If you remember reading these books growing up, chances are you will find this blog addicting. There’s some colorful language and full-on ranting against some aspects of the characterization and plots, but it’s apparent that underneath, the blog’s author really does cherish the books and is having a bang-up time smashing a few mailboxes along Memory Lane.

A few gems:

- "Mrs. Arnold calls for an emergency sitter cause she lost one of her contacts and has to get it replaced. Doesn’t she have glasses?"

- "Stacey calls Claudia ‘pigheaded and selfish.’ Cough. POT. Cough. KETTLE. Cough. BLACK. Cough. Got that frog out of my throat."

- "Ever notice that none of the BSC ‘rents ever say, ‘No, you can’t have fifty million children over here. I will not be responsible for that many kids in my yard.’"

- "Claudia ‘was wearing denim overall shorts, a short black T-shirt, red-and-white pin-striped stockings that came over the top of her knees, red thick-soled patent leather shoes, and a black felt derby.’ I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but this outfit almost works. Of course I could just be distracted by the shoes, cause WANT!!!!"

The detailed descriptions of Claudia and Stacey’s fashionably unique outfits were always a high point of the books for me. Those two were seriously too cool for school, at least by my nine-year-old standards.

Looking back, I can’t believe these characters were supposed to be 11 and 12 years old, 13 at the most. I never had as much drama as they did when I was in junior high school. I wasn’t even allowed to babysit until I was in high school. Even now, they still seem like they’re more mature than I am.

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