That cover of Five on a Treasure Island almost knocked me off my special swivel chair! I instantly remembered where I was as I read it, heard my brother's voice calling me as I got to the spot where the crooks were being rounded up by the police (and Kirrin Island was kept in the family).It's amazing what your memory does isn't it? With no warning I was transported 54 years, to a place I had forgotten
canny granny, thanks so much for stopping by. I have been amazed at how many of you have childhood memories of these stories, and equally amazed at how Enid Blyton has been kept a secret from almost all Americans. I am in the process of rectifying this now, having ordered several of her books. It won't be as good as reading them as a child, but certainly better than never having read the lady at all.Thanks again for your company. Don't be a stranger.
i read the faraway tree. I love those books.My mum made me dress up as Noddy at a fancy dress (costume party) when I was about 4. I am still wounded from that experience, dressed up as a boy, with a bell on my hat... all the other girls were princesses and fairies... but nope, not I. I guess it could have been worse, she could have made me go as Big Ears