The truth about Stacey is…she sucks? I’m still not sure what the title of this monstrosity refers to. We all found out about her diabetes in the first book; even her ex-(but soon to be current again)best friend Laine knows by this point. Is the truth that her parents are in DENIAL? Cause wouldn’t that be The Truth About Stacey’s Parents? Is it that she cares about the BSC and doesn’t want to have no friends? I don’t understand you, Ann. Why can’t your titles make more sense? Sure, some of them are blunt to the tune of big brick. But others just mystify me.
So, in this book we find out that Stacey was diagnosed with diabetes soon after Stacey’s parents found out that they couldn’t have another kid. So, they spend all their time and money trying new doctors for Stacey. Which she hates. Cause it uproots her life and she misses tons of school. We also get some more details about…[yawn[…when Stacey first got sick. We also learn that Stacey never told Laine because her parents kept it a secret, and this whole thing makes no sense whatsoever. They’re all ashamed or something? So, none of them rely on their BEST FRIENDS for help or support or company in the hospital. I just don’t get it.
So, this is all happening in the background, because the main plot here, despite what the title may lead you to believe, is that the BSC have some serious competition for sitting business in Stoneybrook. The Baby-sitters Agency have lots of older sitters and can stay out late. Run by two 8th graders who kind of work as a staffing agency, the agency connects parents with sitters. So, the BSC start losing their favorite clients to this new business. In response, they develop Kid-Kits (an actually cool idea), and they decide to recruit some new, older (13-year-old) members. Which is a bust, cause the Baby-sitters Agency sends moles to sabotage the BSC. Which is both predictable and kinda funny, cause Kristy gets snowed. Anyway, the BSC persevere and beat the Agency by not being irresponsible sluts that smoke. And by not being typical high school girls.
And Stacey, with the help of Dr. Johanssen, finally convinces her parents to lay off the doctors. And she makes up with Laine. So everything’s coming up Stacey. And, as my brother so succinctly noted, this whole thing makes no sense. What kind of plot was this?
Okay, a few funny notes from an otherwise bleak moment of my reading:
+You know the girls are “bad” cause they chew gum all the time. Oops, I guess I’m “bad.”
+The BSC think that high school seniors are DYING for baby-sitting jobs instead of, say, slopping out Orange Juliuses [I’ve never had to spell that before.] at the Washington Mall. Or any other job you can get that pays more than like, $3 an hour that you can get once you turn 16.
+New York is sooooo expensive. This “expensive,” in fact:
“A small Tab [heh!] and a small popcorn, please,” I said.
“That’ll be a dollar seventy-five,” replied the boy behind the counter.
I gulped. I’d forgotten how expensive things were in New York. At the theatre in Stoneybrook, you can get a soda and popcorn for ninety-five cents.”
Yeah, right. Maybe in the 70s. But I’m pretty sure, even in Connecticut in the late 80s, theatre treats were more than that. Like $3 bucks, which is what I vaguely recall from ice rink concession stand with “Push It” blasting through the PA…ahh, please excuse the flashback…Rick Astley…[SLAP!] Right. Sorry. Suffice it to say that this seems a little cheap, even for 1986. Correct me if I’m wrong, though.
+Okay, the major “fashion” thing that stood out for me in this book is a Stacey moment, not a Claudia one. So, as examples of “unusual” and presumably sophisticated clothes and accessories, Stacey mentions:
“the dinosaur on my beret, red sneakers covered with beads and glitter, leg warmers covered with footprints, plastic butterflies in my hair. For two week in New York I even wore red lace gloves with no fingertips.” Now, with the exception of the gloves, those are all pretty, well, standard 80s fare. In fact, one might think that a number of them were pretty…juvenile. Not particularly wild or sophisticated. And the gloves? Give me one girl over the age of 2 in the mid 80s that didn’t try to rock at least some element of Lucky Star/Desperately Seeking Susan-era Madonna’s style. And fingerless lace gloves were ALL OVER THE PLACE then. It’s not like she had purple hair, which was a lot less common back then.
I hate you and your delusions of style, Stacey. And your fluffy blond hair.