A childhood pseudo-friend was addicted to the Sweet Valley High books. She owned them all and mocked me for my inability/lack of desire to buy them all. But she didn’t appreciate it when I reminded her of this fact a few years later in high school, when she was all Goth-y and addicted to the Sex Pistols. It’s hard to prove you’re not just posing as a Sid Vicious fan when you have a shelf full of teen chick lit lite at home.
So Amy Wecker, wherever you are, be advised that Sweet Valley is making a comeback. Brace your brain cells.