In response to Ollie Wright: Confessions of an Enid Blyton fan, meltemian wrote: It was Enid Blyton books that first got me reading avidly, couldn’t wait to read the next one. I’m sure she is also responsible for many of my generation’s love of reading.
Della Cate wrote:
I loved Enid Blyton. Not just the Famous Five, but the school stories, Malory Towers and St Clare’s. Also the one-off tales, usually where children were left alone, so they ran away and hid in a tree house or secret island. What these children were was resourceful and brave, they worked together and learned how to survive, and it usually ended happily when their long-lost parents reappeared, or they were adopted into another lovely family.
Great stories, strong morals about home, family, bravery, friendship, being resourceful, not whinging or being a victim . . . no wonder lefties hate them.
It’s made me nostalgic now, I’m going to see if I can find some old copies and re-read them.
My sister and I used to play at being brave paratroopers. There was a tree at the end of the garden with a convenient horizontal branch that we could leap off. We would then run and place ‘explosives’ next to the kennel and then hightail it back to the ‘plane’. Sometimes the dog would join in and run barking after us . . . those were the days!
You mean you actually played outside? And engaged in actual physical activity during your childhood? The horror!
Surely everyone knows that the best way to prepare a child for the challenges of life is to keep them inside all day, wrapped in cotton wool and staring at their ‘devices’.