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Maris Kreizman, Slaughterhouse 90210
The Truth About Stacey, Babysitters Club #3 by Ann M. Martin
When I was 8, I had a total girlcrush on the coolest member of the babysitters club, Stacey. She was the sophisticate, the one who had moved to the suburbs from the city and brought with her a smart fashion sense and an appreciation for culture. She was good at math, but she was also boy-crazy. So basically, she was an ideal role model. When I was 9, I was diagnosed with diabetes. The idea of having to give myself shots and monitor my blood sugar was a little less scary because Stacey was also diabetic (that was the titular "truth about Stacey"). If she could do it and be cool, I could do it, too. I was never a great babysitter, but thanks to Stacey I had the confidence to not let my health distract me from the most important things, like culture and education and friendship. And boys.