So! Now that I am back to smashing my fingers over the keyboard (one motivation being the satisfying ‘clunk’; it is music making really, as I like to claim!) I realised how easily reading and perhaps writing comes to many of us. In fact, reading is not just a hobby – it is a love affair involving all our senses. I have noticed on asking people what they like to read or who their favourite author is, often the answers become more and more obscure. After a certain age, it just isn’t cool to say Rowling, Sidney Sheldon or heavens forbid, Coelho! Maybe subtly, we all want to claim a certain level of knowing or a sophistication that has come with our evolved and eclectic reading habits.
This made me remember this interview I had gone through during the selection process for my post graduate program. Who is your favourite author is a very common question. Because I am really curious (read: nosey) and like to know everyone’s business, I started making notes of the common answers that came across. The list of authors looked a lot like Salman Rushdie, Ayn Rand, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Virginia Woolf… you can guess. I looked at the name that I had put down – Emily Bronte as I loved Wuthering Heights. Hmmmm. So with the exception of this one delightful guy who worshipped Tolkien and actually got twinkly eyes while
chanting talking about him – all of us had chosen a name because of a piece of literature associated with it had been insightful and celebrated, and possibly struck a major chord with us. As luck would have it, I was the last in the line, so I had a lot of time to really think about the reason I had picked Emily Bronte – or correction – I had picked the author of my then favourite novel.
Maybe it was my hunger or my aching calves – but just like that this jolt of awakening went through me. I had started taking my love of reading for granted. It was something that was just there – as natural as the blood flowing through my veins. My thoughts went back to the first book I had picked up – “Five Get into a Fix” by Enid Blyton. It was my first date and I was hooked for life! That is where my fascination with books had started. The Famous Five, Secret Seven, Malory Towers, Naughtiest Girl, Faraway Tree and later on the Nancy Drews and Roald Dahl classics had fuelled my love for reading. The writings of those authors (in my case, particularly Enid Blyton) helped me in building and cementing this foundation. Those novels taught me how to escape into the books and create my niche world with every word and every page. Those books taught me to love books and enjoy my time with them – hell those books taught me HOW TO READ BOOKS and lovingly tended to my language skills! At the tender age of 10, those books helped me in appreciating simplicity and good old fashioned story-telling and also deliciously informed me that something called bacon and sausages exist; yes thank you Enid Blyton for making me feel hungry every ten pages. If those authors with simple, colourful books had goofed up and not done such a fabulous job at retaining the attention span of millions of budding readers, all these bigger names may not have had a chance at attracting adult readers into their works.
Sitting there in the room, I had become ten again. I owed my love for reading to authors such as Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl. As much as I loved and enjoyed Jane Austen, Emily Bronte, John Grisham, Tolkien and others, Enid Blyton might just have become my all-time favourite who had lovingly helped in sowing and watering the seeds which burst into an evergreen passion of reading. Extremely confident, I walked into the interview room and pat came my response of Enid Blyton. I was thrilled with the reaction the interview panel gave and then followed a pleasant two minute discussion on the superiority of The Famous Five over Secret Seven (please! One Word – Timmy!)
In the race of growing up and becoming worldly wise, it is important to remember the little things in life that delight us and to take time out for those simple enchanting moments. It might just take a potted plant, or fairy lights or a dog snoring at your feet to make those moments worthwhile. While my time is often spent wanting to shake GRRM into finishing The Winds of Winter, it is never too late to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and settle into my favourite armchair reading about the next adventure of the Famous Five. Off I go 🙂
15 thoughts on “Why Enid Blyton Is Relevant”
Praju, Ishika is also in love with Famous Five……and keeps reading Enid Blyton….suggest some more authors and books for her
Hi! Good to see Ishika in love with FF 🙂 Among authors, I will suggest works of Roald Dahl (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Matilda), Arthur Conan Doyle, Also, old classics like treasure island, tale of two cities, Jules Verne’s works. I will ping you my entire list 🙂
If I ever own a dog, I’m naming him Buster. I had an Enid Blyton phase too. And like you, my reading habit too was set up on a healthy diet of Blyton’s books. 12 year old me craved to find (and snoop around) a hidden cave in the countryside. 🙂
Ah! The Find Outers and Dog 😀 😀 I just want a dog!
And I think… Everyone should go through an Enid Blyton phase for an awesome childhood!
Loved the Adbenture Series best with Find outers a close second! Keep writing praj, was nice to read these posts 🙂
Hi Lev 🙂 thanks for reading ! And oh yes… The Adventure series was my favourite too. Led to mad imaginative scenarios in my head!
Aaaannd now you tell the world that it was not me who introduced you to the awesome books you read now. Heh..
But, I liked the last point the best. Its always the little things that tend to be ” not so little” in the larger view of life. *Large round of applause*
*psst* Good going btw. Gather fans. We will need cannon fodder for “The Army” when the time comes! 😉
Lol… You want to have your cake and eat it too! 😛
thank you my love 🙂 the plan is on..!
ideological parallels? 🙂 https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/pleasure-of-reading&sa=U&ei=JJ3vU7iyIdfs8AXD1YGIDg&ved=0CAYQFjAA&client=internal-uds-cse&usg=AFQjCNGBl_67Y-WYYo1Li3Drt2gttY42dQ
Whoa… That’s a splendid read. Love how the author spoke about pleasure of reading. Can totally connect. Thanks for sharing 🙂
I found you through Ritu’s site and want to commend you on the excellent review on Enid Blyton’s books-made me feel warm all over and inside reading a tribute to this favoured of all authors- who said she was a children’s author- she was an adult author too. I still read them and my mother at 68 does too.
I am at the collecting phase now- trying to buy and collect as many of the books as I can find. I hope to get all 700 odd of them for my collection- I call them my timeless books- sometime my great grand children might read my timeless collection, who knows ?
In my college, I used to be called baby and laughed at because I still read Enid Blyton at ages between 16-22 but I didn’t care and don’t care even today.
I think the world would be a better place if more people and children read her books- at least they would get their values right !
That was a lovely comment Susie.. Enid Blyton is the perfect company when you are armed with hot chocolate and a couch at times. I have about a hundred of her books 🙂 700 sounds fantastic! Your great grand children will love it
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For me it was peanut cookies and Pinkwhistle- perfect combination !
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One of my favourite childhood author