http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enid_Blyton_bibliography
I mean, ffs. Fully appreciated not all of those required massive input, but still.
I mean, ffs. Fully appreciated not all of those required massive input, but still.
Well I enjoyed her books and fuck miserable cunts of mothers who wouldn't let their kids read a book because it wasn't up to some poxy fucking vocabulary standard.
Fuck the h8trz.
my mum refused to let me read books by enid because she said the grammer was really bad.
was enid a racist do you think?
I didn't like Secret Seven either. I went through quite a long phase when I was about 7-9 of only reading Enid Blyton books I went to the library every couple of weeks and got loads out - it really pissed by dad off. Loved all the school series and the circus ones best.I loved them but didn't like the Secret seven.
My daughter went through a stage of only wanting to read Malory Towers and the Twins at St Clair's, I was of the opinion that so long as she was reading I didn't mind. She soon got inspired by something else and went onto that.
Well I enjoyed her books and fuck miserable cunts of mothers who wouldn't let their kids read a book because it wasn't up to some poxy fucking vocabulary standard.
Fuck the h8trz.
The ones I read to my children (I had no experience of them as a child myself), were absolutely appallingly written, and very boring to read aloud. I always suggested different books if they chose one of hers as a bedtime story.My Mum wouldn't let me have them because they had a very limited vocabulary. I smuggled the occasional copy in from jumble sales. Read one, read 'em all, so apart from the initial illicit quality, I bored of them extremely quickly.
I read the Five Find-Outers And Dog, from which I learnt never to trust a gypsy or a policeman called Goon