Hello from Iowa City, home of Rusty the Giant Sloth! Sally has been diligently posting awesome things in my (Kristin’s) absence even though she’s supposed to be writing a novel. Anyways. As you know from everything we’ve ever said, we love the 90s. In Episode 2, we talked about the Baby-Sitters Club, which we consumed as tweens, discovering only later how weird its racial descriptions were.
Well, as I lay on a ‘beach’ in Iowa City with my Kindle, I was reminded of another book series I used to consume: R.L. Stine‘s Fear Street series. Goosebumps was probably Stine’s most famous series, but Fear Street was horror for teenagers and young adults. It had serious gore and make-out scenes. One particular scene that I remember to this day is one in which a girl sticks her hand down the garbage disposal and not to spoil it for you, but it ended up being a poor decision on her part.
Spoiler alert: She’s a ghost. A hot ghost.
Stine’s Wikipedia page doesn’t have too much information. I was really expecting that, like Ann M. Martin, some of his books would be ghostwritten, perhaps by actual ghosts. Wikipedia has no mention of such a thing, which leads me to the conclusion that R.L. Stine must have cloned himself, because he has literally written hundreds of books.