rwaniek

Oh my goodness, I'd forgotten how much I loved this book when I was nine. It gave me the guts to beg my mother to let me pierce my ears like Mallory did. I loved the part where they all exchange earrings and they all have cool, personalized themes to them. I miss being a preteen and feeling like I could genuinely express myself with what was dangling from my earlobes. On reread, I mostly realize that the Ann M. Martin books tower above all of the ghostwritten ones in quality, style, everything. I don't think it's any coincidence that when I was a kid, my interest in the BSC dwindled right along with Ann M. Martin's participation in the writing of the books. Also worth mentioning: the Arnold twins as portrayed on the cover of this book look like creepy alien children. This cover art has literally haunted me for twenty-two years. I still look at it and shudder.

2020-12-30 12:08