But nobody counted on crank calls, uncontrollable two-year-olds, wild pets, and parents who don't always tell the truth. And then there's Stacey, who's acting more and more mysterious. Having a baby-sitters club isn't easy, but Kristy and her friends aren't giving up until they get it right!"
So let’s go ahead and get any “gender specific” matters straight. Okay? Great! So as a pre-teen, I read the hell out of The Baby-Sitters Club series. And, trust me, I could get away with it freely. Nobody had any reason to think twice about me, as a guy, reading these books. So from that small bit of perspective, I’ve always wanted to write posts on Ann M. Martin's series of pre-teen books. Or, the years I discovered the joy of escapism through various book series during my own pre-teen years. And just to push a little bit further into my reading past, I recently learned a kid in daycare bit me on the forehead over a book. I'm sure it was a book I refused to give up, or the bite must have been worth it. I also learned my daycare teacher used to report how I would always enter the room, grab a book, and settle in for the day. At least on that count, nothing has changed.
Nice to know books have always been there for me. Especially when all along I thought my reading bug struck around 6th grade.
