At the age of ten (approximately) I had two very different literary favourites: Agatha Christie and Enid Blyton. They shared two wonderful characteristics: vast production and mysteries.
First I devoured all Enid Blytons I could get my hands on – what a bliss it was to stop by the library on Friday afternoon after school, stack up with all the Famous Five and other Blytons adventure series I could find and retreat to home to my room, to lie on the bed and read one book after another. After a reading marathon of several books and even more hours, I would be completely dazed and wondering what day it was and where I was – that much I was sucked in the world of these stories.
My own kids have not been as fascinated by Blyton’s books as I was – there’s a lot more other options these days – and I guess Blyton’s books are more popular among nostalgic adult readers nowadays. The spoof series called Enid Blyton for Grown-Ups, published some time ago, would certainly let one think so.
But for those younger ones, who’d be willing to give a go to an old favourite, Famous Five will be on my Bookworm’s Wishlist too.