Enid Blyton

A book that was previously thought to be lost by Enyd Blighton (not Enid Blyton) has recently been rediscovered, thanks to
As a child I adored Enid Blyton books. By that I mean I was absolutely infatuated with them. They would captivate me, fire my imagination and would be responsible for much tiredness in the morning as I lay, at night under the duvet, utterly absorbed.
I was aware that the language was old fashioned, and in some cases offensive, but it never got in the way of my love of the books or the stories they told because (like most children) I cared more about characters than grammar.
The adventures of Enid Blyton's Famous Five were the favourite childhood read of today's adults, according to a survey published
Like most pregnant women, I had envisioned my maternity leave being the time when I would finally get round to reading all those classics gathering dust on our bookshelf. I even thought I might have a bit of time to write a book of my own! Oh, how naïve I was...
There was a bit of debate on Twitter this week, sparked by an article on Parentdish, about whether or not we should read our troopers the 'classics'.
When you are writing a children's book, as opposed to that long-cherished monograph on drawing pins or Winston Churchill you've always wanted to write, you are merely tapping into another layer of your consciousness: you are remembering what it is like to be a child.