Beth and her favorite Baby-sitters Club title! Were nearing the end of our Baby-sitters Club memories but were gearing up for a big finish! First, though, check out Beth Noble from the book marketing team, talking about how she became a BSC fan. (No wonder shes so excited about the release ofThe Baby-sitters Club series in ebook formats!) Thanks, Beth! I am a true 90s girl, and proud of it. I wore scrunchies and overallsone strap down, obviously. I played with Skip-its and Pogs. I listened to the Spice Girls and Nsync. I crushed on Jonathan Taylor Thomas and the middle Hanson brother (sigh). I know almost all lines from the movies Now and Then, Clueless, and Titanic (which I saw 11 times in theaters.) And of course, I read no, obsessed over The Babysitters Club. I remember walking into my school book fair in second grade and seeing the shining, pastel table of Baby-sitters Club books in front of me. My first reaction to the books was based off of one thing: the covers. Now, I know you should never judge a book by its cover, but with the BSC I firmly believe that rule does not apply. The covers are a perfect indication of the perfectly sunny, fabulous, girly world you will encounter. Not only were they done in all my favorite pastel shades, but on the cover of Kristys Great Idea the girls. looked. so. cool. Heck, they had their own land-line phone, and dont get me started on the clothes. Staceys brown heeled clogs seemed so grown up compared to my babyish Keds painted with puffy paint. The covers drew me in, but the stories kept me coming back for more. I loved the sleepy town of Stoneybrook, but above all, I loved the characters. I was a self-proclaimed Stacey; I had blonde hair, loved clothes, and wished I lived in New York City. My own friends were Claudias, Dawns, and Mallorys. I also loved that on some days I felt more like a Mary Anne when my parents were being so over-protective (I cant wander the mall, come on!), or like Kristy when I found myself trying to start my own neighborhood clubs (Neighborhood Newspaper Editor in Chief 95.) The characters personalities and friendships were the reason I kept reading. Their heartache and happiness was something I could really relate to. They were things I was encountering in my own lifecliques, crushes, friends moving away, divorces. A big part of reading the BSC for me was sharing and talking about the books with my friends. I prided myself on having an official BSC library that was open to both BSC fans and newbies. My BSC collection, also known as rows and rows of books lining the perimeter of my bedroom floor, was very organized (maybe I was actually more of a Mary Anne after all.) I had official check-out cards and a cataloguing system (nerd then, nerd now.) My organizational system was not limited to number or series alone. Instead, it was based off of the characters. Even though I was a self-proclaimed Stacey, I could likely help identify the girl you would like best and give you her best bookClaudia: first row, third from the right. The days I spent reading, discussing, and lending out my beloved BSC books to my friends affected the rest of my life in ways I couldnt imagine when I was young. The BSC taught me to love reading and also to love getting others to read. If I had never picked up that copy of Kristys Great Idea, I am not sure I would gone onto become an English major in college and to work as a childrens book marketer. Basically, I have the best job. I get to continue what I started back in my BSC library many years ago: getting kids excited about reading. I still have my copy of Kristys Great Idea. Now, instead of being located on the floor of my bedroom in the Kristy section, it is displayed proudly in all its 90s glory on my work bookshelf. Okay, two last confessions before I sign off. The first: I dont think I ever really got over the hunky Scott Foley (see cover of Boy Crazy Stacey for reference). Second, to get in the spirit for this post I started watching old episodes of the BSC TV Show on You Tube three shows later I am now going to finish Dawn and the Dream Boy.