We always had lots of Enid Blyton books in the house when I was growing up. My Dad had a big collection of the original hardbacks, and I read them over and over. I didn't have a torch to read under the bedcovers but I remember begging to read one more page before the light was turned out. I still enjoyed them even though they were rather removed from my own experiences. The Famous Five books are the first proper books that I can remember reading on my own, and I devoured the books - buying them with Christmas money, borrowing from friends and the library.
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The above blog post made me smile.
I have fond memories of Enid Blyton's books.
I too had a torch to read under the covers. One night however, I thought I'd get clever, and read with a candle, underneath the bed...
Oh the horror, when I set the mattress alight.
It takes much more effort than you'd think to put out a smoldering mattress.
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