I read an embarrassing number of Babysitters Club books, embarrassingly late. They were completely mindless, totally popcorn, and I could read one in something like half an hour, and sometimes what I wanted actually was to not have to think very much for half an hour.
My memorable-for-the-title-not-the-book memory is "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks," which was about... a plant that ate dirty socks, truth in advertising. (Actually, two. But one of them, IIRC, ate clean socks.) The plants had adventures, including things like the time where they ate a singing Christmas sock and got sick from the battery.
In the way of goofy early-90s middle-grade books, it had sequels, including, if I remember correctly, "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks Goes Up In Space," which I may have read, and "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks Gets a Girlfriend," which I did not.
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My memorable-for-the-title-not-the-book memory is "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks," which was about... a plant that ate dirty socks, truth in advertising. (Actually, two. But one of them, IIRC, ate clean socks.) The plants had adventures, including things like the time where they ate a singing Christmas sock and got sick from the battery.
In the way of goofy early-90s middle-grade books, it had sequels, including, if I remember correctly, "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks Goes Up In Space," which I may have read, and "The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks Gets a Girlfriend," which I did not.