The final installment in the hilarious, action-packed Babysitters Coven series that Refinery29 calls "candy for 90's girls and Gen Z'ers alike," featuring a coven of witchy babysitters sworn to protect the innocent and defend the world from an onslaught of evil--all before bedtime. Ever since Esme met Cassandra Heaven and discovered the truth about their shared legacy--that they're Sitters, supernaturally gifted teens tasked with protecting the innocent from evil--her life has been moving at 90 mph. During the day, she chases wild toddlers, and at night, she employs a different skill set for a different kind of demon. Like, literal ones. And sometimes it's almost fun. Her spells are getting better, her telekinesis is on point, and now that Esme's dad and her best friend Janis know the truth, she's no longer lying to the people she loves. She's also learned that there's a way to undo her mother's curse, and with the Synod out of the picture, she might even have a chance to do it. If she could just figure out how. But she can't, and even with her mom living at home again, Esme can't shake the feeling that she's failing. Throw in the fact that Pig is still gone, Esme's crush is MIA, and it's cold, slushy February, and she's in bummer city. Esme needs a serious pick-me-up, and Janis has a plan: a Galentine's stay-cation, with the Sitter friends Esme and Cassandra made at the Summit. Except things are getting weird in Spring River again. Esme and Cassandra just discovered a new band, and not in a good way: these guys reek of Red Magic, and their music sucks. Trouble is brewing, and if Esme's not careful, this show might be her last--and no one likes a one-hit wonder. Gr 7 Up-These babysitters make sure the kids are in bed on time and manage to hunt demons. When weird flyers link a mysterious rock band to the scene of a crime, their Sitter senses begin tingling. Fueled by one-liners and 1990s nostalgia, this series is not to be taken seriously, but it is a lot of fun. The final book in "The Babysitters Coven" is still heavy on the exposition, getting into the back story of Red Magic and the two main families. One of the major plotlines in this series remains unfinished, and despite its other charms readers may end up less than satisfied. Sitters have a variety of backgrounds and ethnicities. VERDICT It was fun while it lasted, but ultimately not the most gratifying ride.α(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. "The Baby-Sitters Club...but spooky and with an Instagram-model-hot character for good measure." -- Cosmopolitan "With winks at '90s cult horror films...[this is] a high-energy series starter that's plenty of fun." - - Booklist "Witty, sarcastic...[and] well pitched." -- Publishers Weekly " Buffy-meets-Babysitters Club, this frothy fantasy-horror will draw readers purely on its premise.... Decidedly on-trend with its witchy focus and its nostalgic-for-the-'90s reboot vibe." --Bulletin "Candy for '90s girls and Gen-Z'ers alike." -- Refinery29 "Baby-Sitters Club meets The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina in this delightful new young adult novel about two teenagers who discover that they're more than just babysitters." -- Bustle "A spectacular, exciting, gorgeously paced story." -- Boing Boing "For chill fun and fun chills, there's no better place to start than here." -- Paste Magazine Kate Williams has written for Seventeen, NYLON, Cosmopolitan, Bustle, Vans, Calvin Klein, Urban Outfitters, and many other brands and magazines. She is the author of The Babysitters Coven trilogy: The Babysitters Coven , For Better or Cursed , and Spells Like Teen Spirit. Kate lives in Kansas. To learn more about her and her books, go to heykatewilliams.com or follow @heykatewilliams on Twitter and Instagram. Chapter 1  I drummed my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Even though the groundhog hadn’t seen his shadow, the Riverbend Hotel parking lot was dotted with gray piles of snow and oil-slicked puddles, and spring still seemed a loooong way away, especially as the sun was going down. I shivered in spite of my puffiest jacket, my wooliest (rhinestone-encrusted) mittens, and a heater on full blast. Cassandra and Janis were in the backseat, and I could tell by their silence that they were nervous too. I adjusted the rearview mirror so that I could see Mom, who was sitting in between them. She looked really nice. I’d picked out her outfit for this occasion--a cream-colored wool suit with a silk shell underneath--and Janis had done her glam: a burgundy lip, a subtle cheek highlight, her dark hair swept to the side with a gold comb. She looked like a woman ready to celebrate her anniversary.  I smiled at her in the mirror. She didn’t smile back and instead turned and stared out the window like she was ten million miles away. I wasn’t offended. I was used to it. Mom was cursed. She had been besieged by a potent blast