This book by Bruno Vincent is, weirdly enough, the only Famous Five book I've ever read, never having been much of a fan of Enid Blyton - in it, our plucky four whoevers and their dog are trapped in a mysterious detention facility off the coast of Dorset, from which they have to try to escape to get back to the mainland. I do appreciate the satirical point of all this but to be honest I just found it incredibly depressingly close to reality. Would perhaps recommend as a Christmas present for your gammoniest relatives.
every time I finish reading a book, any book, I write a post with some thoughts on it. how long/meaningful these posts are depends how complex my reaction to the book is, though as the blog's aged I've started gonzoing them a bit in all honesty
Showing posts with label Enid Blyton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enid Blyton. Show all posts
Sunday, 17 February 2019
Saturday, 15 April 2017
the Bonfire Folk
This book by Enid Blyton was probably aimed at readers between 18 and 21 years younger than me, but hey, I read it, and rules is rules - it gets a post. I was visiting my friend in Manchester and this (among several others) was on a communal bookshelf in the lounge of her new flat, so I've literally just read it because I didn't bring any books with me and I hate my smartphone and I don't know where my friend is and I'm bored. It's about two kids who have a bonfire in their garden, and having heard stories about fairy-folk who sometimes come out with the nocturnal animals to warm themselves by the bonfire, the kids decide to leave out some pinecones and kindling and whatnot - and sure enough, that night, a gnome, a fairy, and all manner of British woodland creatures (rabbit, hedgehog, badger, those kinds of things) come and make friends with them around the bonfire. I mean, it's quite nicely illustrated, and would probably make a half-decent (if extremely vintage) tale to read to a small child to get them to shut up fall asleep.
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