Kristy

**Spoilers for Season 2 of The BSC on Netflix**


Kristy Thomas, BSC president and founder. Fearless leader, tomboy, and the shortest girl in her grade. 

In the books, Kristy, though just 13, was basically a forty year old adult in terms of management and business skills. Full-time middle school student, practically a full-time babysitter, and she founded a little league-esq softball team for kids. 

In the series, Kristy is perfectly played by the actress Sophie Grace. We've yet to see Kristy's softball team, the Krushers, but she's otherwise extremely similar to her book character. One of the major differences is in the books Kristy is a Mets fan and on the show (much to my delight) she's a Red Sox fan. 

I think it's really comforting that Kristy has been fairly the same in each adaption of the BSC- the HBO show, the movie, and now the Netflix show. Fans know that Kristy can be counted on to have a baseball cap with a collie dog on it, don her trusty turtleneck, and never back down. 

The other constant for Kristy is her absentee father. Season 2 touched on this storyline and I think they did a really good job with it, all of them delivering heartbreaking performances when, unsurprisingly, Kristys dad canceled plans. I love how after all the heartache, *Major Spoilers* Watson wants to adopt Kristy and her brothers. 

As a lifelong fan, I was happy that Watson was not only updated a bit- he came off kind but unrelateable in the books, but is a bit younger and more fun on the show- but I'm happy that Kristy is so much quicker to accept him. I thought it helped step up the aw factor of an already heartwarming show. 

Since Kristy is the OG member of the BSC, I love that she's stayed fairly similar over the last 35 years. She's the one who started it all, and it's good to have that familiarity, especially for those of us who've been in the fandom for all or most of our lives.

Sophie Grace shines, the writing is great, and a series from the late 80s gets a lovely update. Up next, Mary-Anne. 

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