I loved Enid Blyton and read all of the Noddy, Secret Seven, Famous Five and Adventure series. Far from turning my mind to mush, they turned me into an avid reader who was never so happy as when reading a book. I was devouring classics by my teens. Another plus for readers is that they usually find study much easier than those that don’t. I loathe the ‘high-minded’, sneering, jealous critics who cannot bring themselves to admire her success and appeal.
Have to agree. For 6 to 10 year olds the Adventure books were engaging and thrilling. I received a Xmas present once from my grandfather, Our Mutual Friend by Dickens, and I couldn’t get past page 2.
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Billy Bob
2 years ago
They were children’s books, most children’s books are unreadable once you’re no longer a child, as they’re not written for adults
The real class children’s books are exactly those you can still read. Arthur Ransome, Richmal Crompton, Mark Twain, Jack London, Jack Schaefer…still fantastic.
Michael Joseph
2 years ago
My eight-year-old is currently reading his way through the Famous Five books and is absolutely loving them. I’ve been reading along as well and have been struck by how well-structured they are (and brilliantly paced!) Of course there is wiffy stuff in them that’s of their time (the girls always having to clean up etc…) but even my eight-year-old (with no prompting from me) recognises that it’s an example of how things were different back then and sees it as something a bit funny and odd, like how they occasionally tuck into a can of tongue for breakfast or the boys (in the illustrations) can be seen wearing ties when out rambling. The sense of adventure, of clear-cut morality and of independence and honesty is what really cuts through. Kids love that stuff (as they should).
ralph bell
2 years ago
As a boy I loved reading ‘The Famous Five’ adventures and her books including ‘Shadow The Sheepdog’, which I read 5 times, alongside Stig of the Dump and Adventures of Hucklerberry Finn set me off on a lifetime of reading.
The Famous Five ‘George’ character was my first introduction to a Tomboy/Butch Lesbian styled character, which as a gay man, I think was fairly ground breaking in children’s books.
Michael James
2 years ago
English Heritage has no monopoly on blue plaques. Blyton’s fans should if necessary organise one of their own.
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Andrea X
2 years ago
I have been reading the Mallory Towers series recently, and although I do see the 6 (original) books are pretty much identical, they are still rather enjoyable to read.
Light reading, yes, but, as I said, enjoyable.
Yes I re-read them all to my son as an adult and I really enjoyed them. I also read him the whole of the Narnia series and sobbed so hard in the last two chapters I had to leave the room. Children’s books touch something lovely, deep down in my psyche, a simpler, lovelier time and just on the odd occasion it is so cathartic to forget the adult world for a while.
Sharon Overy
2 years ago
Ah, The Wishing Chair and Faraway Tree books were my favourites! Her fantasy/fairytale stories were what I liked best.
I read a Secret 7 book once, The Wail of the Banshee Tower. Can’t remember what it was about, but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it. I read it on holiday in a caravan in the Bideford or Barnstaple area, aged about 8 I think.
When I started getting into kids adventures books, I was more of a Swallows & Amazons, Stig of the Dump, The Otterbury Incident type of fan.
I’ve just been jumped and mugged down Memory Lane!
When our family was in the forest situation, there was one time of the day that we forgot all about it and came together happily. That was when we sat together at the end of the day and read a chapter from The Faraway Tree.
helen.rose
2 years ago
Regardless of literary merit Enid Blyton’s books gave me many, many hours of reading pleasure and my only gripe with EB is that the Mallory Towers series seduced me into agreeing to go to boarding school and within 24 hours I realised I had made a big mistake – huge !! But at least my experience with Enid Blyton had made me aware that I could always escape into a book when the going got tough. Thank you Enid Blyton.
Ah Helen, I too went to boarding school after reading Mallory Towers and St Claires, I begged and harangued my parents for about a year and eventually they gave in. For me (as an only child) it was a fantastic experience and I know it completely reshaped my future for the better. Like so many others here, I was never happier than curled up in a chair worrying whether Timmy would save the day or what Silkie’s Pop Biscuits or Google buns tasted like…..huh look at that, Google, I wonder…
Jonathan Bagley
2 years ago
Surely, getting 8 and 9 year olds reading is what’s important? It’s necessary for society to function. Covid has illustrated what can happen when a significant proportion of the population cannot read English. I enjoyed the Secret 7; probably less than Arthur Ransome or my sister’s Chalet School books (also derided by the Intelligensia). More recently, many children began reading at a much later age, only because of Harry Potter. Any lack or presence of literary merit is outweighed by the benefits.
Michael Burnett
2 years ago
I found a stash of Enid Blyton books in my classroom cupboard a few months ago. It seemed a shame not to put them out on the shelves. The 9 year old children in my class love them. Who cares what the self appointed cultural gatekeepers think? If it makes unwilling readers read then it’s okay with me.
Jane Morris-Jones
2 years ago
My father, for some reason, took violently against EB-about the only opinion I ever heard him utter regarding our upbringing (6 of us in the 1960s) was discontent at our being allowed her books. Of course the thrill of transgression made us all the keener …all the odder given that he himself rarely read anything other than the Economist and Yachting World
Liam O'Mahony
2 years ago
I’ve always wondered why an underage boy who likes nodding his head slept with a bearded old man whose ears became elongated! Apart from that wholly unacceptable scenario there’s also the underage driving to consider: all in all a terrible influence of young unsuspecting readers. Or do I need to was my mouth out with soapy water?
I loved Enid Blyton and read all of the Noddy, Secret Seven, Famous Five and Adventure series. Far from turning my mind to mush, they turned me into an avid reader who was never so happy as when reading a book. I was devouring classics by my teens. Another plus for readers is that they usually find study much easier than those that don’t. I loathe the ‘high-minded’, sneering, jealous critics who cannot bring themselves to admire her success and appeal.
Have to agree. For 6 to 10 year olds the Adventure books were engaging and thrilling. I received a Xmas present once from my grandfather, Our Mutual Friend by Dickens, and I couldn’t get past page 2.
They were children’s books, most children’s books are unreadable once you’re no longer a child, as they’re not written for adults
The real class children’s books are exactly those you can still read. Arthur Ransome, Richmal Crompton, Mark Twain, Jack London, Jack Schaefer…still fantastic.
My eight-year-old is currently reading his way through the Famous Five books and is absolutely loving them. I’ve been reading along as well and have been struck by how well-structured they are (and brilliantly paced!) Of course there is wiffy stuff in them that’s of their time (the girls always having to clean up etc…) but even my eight-year-old (with no prompting from me) recognises that it’s an example of how things were different back then and sees it as something a bit funny and odd, like how they occasionally tuck into a can of tongue for breakfast or the boys (in the illustrations) can be seen wearing ties when out rambling. The sense of adventure, of clear-cut morality and of independence and honesty is what really cuts through. Kids love that stuff (as they should).
As a boy I loved reading ‘The Famous Five’ adventures and her books including ‘Shadow The Sheepdog’, which I read 5 times, alongside Stig of the Dump and Adventures of Hucklerberry Finn set me off on a lifetime of reading.
The Famous Five ‘George’ character was my first introduction to a Tomboy/Butch Lesbian styled character, which as a gay man, I think was fairly ground breaking in children’s books.
English Heritage has no monopoly on blue plaques. Blyton’s fans should if necessary organise one of their own.
I have been reading the Mallory Towers series recently, and although I do see the 6 (original) books are pretty much identical, they are still rather enjoyable to read.
Light reading, yes, but, as I said, enjoyable.
Yes I re-read them all to my son as an adult and I really enjoyed them. I also read him the whole of the Narnia series and sobbed so hard in the last two chapters I had to leave the room. Children’s books touch something lovely, deep down in my psyche, a simpler, lovelier time and just on the odd occasion it is so cathartic to forget the adult world for a while.
Ah, The Wishing Chair and Faraway Tree books were my favourites! Her fantasy/fairytale stories were what I liked best.
I read a Secret 7 book once, The Wail of the Banshee Tower. Can’t remember what it was about, but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it. I read it on holiday in a caravan in the Bideford or Barnstaple area, aged about 8 I think.
When I started getting into kids adventures books, I was more of a Swallows & Amazons, Stig of the Dump, The Otterbury Incident type of fan.
I’ve just been jumped and mugged down Memory Lane!
When our family was in the forest situation, there was one time of the day that we forgot all about it and came together happily. That was when we sat together at the end of the day and read a chapter from The Faraway Tree.
Regardless of literary merit Enid Blyton’s books gave me many, many hours of reading pleasure and my only gripe with EB is that the Mallory Towers series seduced me into agreeing to go to boarding school and within 24 hours I realised I had made a big mistake – huge !! But at least my experience with Enid Blyton had made me aware that I could always escape into a book when the going got tough. Thank you Enid Blyton.
Ah Helen, I too went to boarding school after reading Mallory Towers and St Claires, I begged and harangued my parents for about a year and eventually they gave in. For me (as an only child) it was a fantastic experience and I know it completely reshaped my future for the better. Like so many others here, I was never happier than curled up in a chair worrying whether Timmy would save the day or what Silkie’s Pop Biscuits or Google buns tasted like…..huh look at that, Google, I wonder…
Surely, getting 8 and 9 year olds reading is what’s important? It’s necessary for society to function. Covid has illustrated what can happen when a significant proportion of the population cannot read English. I enjoyed the Secret 7; probably less than Arthur Ransome or my sister’s Chalet School books (also derided by the Intelligensia). More recently, many children began reading at a much later age, only because of Harry Potter. Any lack or presence of literary merit is outweighed by the benefits.
I found a stash of Enid Blyton books in my classroom cupboard a few months ago. It seemed a shame not to put them out on the shelves. The 9 year old children in my class love them. Who cares what the self appointed cultural gatekeepers think? If it makes unwilling readers read then it’s okay with me.
My father, for some reason, took violently against EB-about the only opinion I ever heard him utter regarding our upbringing (6 of us in the 1960s) was discontent at our being allowed her books. Of course the thrill of transgression made us all the keener …all the odder given that he himself rarely read anything other than the Economist and Yachting World
I’ve always wondered why an underage boy who likes nodding his head slept with a bearded old man whose ears became elongated! Apart from that wholly unacceptable scenario there’s also the underage driving to consider: all in all a terrible influence of young unsuspecting readers. Or do I need to was my mouth out with soapy water?