Through these agonizing months of quarantine, I, like so many others, have watched a record amount of television. Yet somehow, even the best of it has failed to hold my attention, with each episode sliding unremarkably by—just as the grim, interminable days do. I began to fear that my TV-glutted brain was forever broken, but just when I thought all was lost, a show for tweens brought me back to life: Netflix’s bright, big-hearted reboot of The Baby-Sitters Club.
For the uninitiated, The Baby-Sitters Club is adapted from the wildly popular series of middle-grade novels by Ann M. Martin, begun in 1986, which spanned over 200 volumes by the time publication ceased in 2000. In the first book, Kristy’s Great Idea, twelve-year-old Kristy Thomas is inspired to team up with her friends to form a club of local babysitters; in the volumes