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Congrats! You’ve made it to winter break. It’s time to relax, sit down with a delicious hot beverage, and crack open a good book — or maybe binge-watch all the movies and shows you couldn’t get to the rest of the year. If that last part sounds more your style,...
Dear friends, Back when I was terrified that no ALA might mean no Speeches, and no Speeches meant an enormous hole in our July/August issue, and an enormous hole in the July/August issue — one that we would not know about until we teetered at its precipice (my psychiatrist calls...
I have, you might say, some attachment to Ann M. Martin’s Baby-Sitters Club books. Enough that when a friend suggested a group viewing party of the new Netflix series over Zoom, the answer was, of course. And enough that if the new series had messed up our beloved series, we...
The Baby-Sitters Club turns thirty this month, as many of my contemporaries and I know from tweets and articles that are making us feel really old. (Relax — the BSC was popular well into the nineties, so your memories of it might be only twenty-something years old.) In...
In the heyday of Livejournal, several friends and I joined one of its fan communities: babysittersclub. For a while, it was quite an active community (and it still sees some activity). Its members, most of them probably ‘90s kids like myself who’d grown just old enough to be nostalgic, posted...
The 2014 Boston Book Festival involved a lot of discussion of the boundaries between realism and fantasy. Somewhere along those boundaries, Curious George and Llama Llama paraded around Copley Square; Gregory Maguire sang in character as Baba Yaga; and my eight-year-old self grinned like a fool at her copy of...