I loved Goosebumps but don’t remember the plot or characters from dozens that I’ve read except one, which has always stuck with me, where kids at sleep away camp were in some kind of cult or mind control thing and worshipped some kind of sentient giant raisin that they spent all their time working for and washing with rags on sticks. It was called something something Camp Jellyjam.
Still need to get around reading The Jungle, one of the rare world literature works heavily featuring the humble Lithuanians.
I loved Goosebumps but don’t remember the plot or characters from dozens that I’ve read except one, which has always stuck with me, where kids at sleep away camp were in some kind of cult or mind control thing and worshipped some kind of sentient giant raisin that they spent all their time working for and washing with rags on sticks. It was called something something Camp Jellyjam.