Tonight I finished reading Five Go To Smuggler’s Top with the nearly ten year old.
I used to love Enid Blyton. She is one of the reasons I have such a love affair with words (that and Jeffrey Archer) and yet now when I read her books I am either cringing at her descriptions of how life should be or giggling like a teenager every time something completely unsuitable is described.
My nearly ten year old loves Famous Five – it has taken years to get her excited about words and she struggles to read (that’s an entirely different post). She lives in a world of i-carly and American TV but Enid Blyton still works in this world of gadgets, apps and whizzy thingy me bobs.
The lesson is all this…if it means that I can help my girl loves words like what I do – then I guess tomorrow night I will starting Five Go Off in a Caravan.