Why You Should All Read (and Love) Enid Blyton
We Sparklers love to read (you don’t say). I, too, have always had a passion for reading almost equivalent to Matilda Wormwood’s. And that passion was initiated by none other than Enid Blyton.
For those of you who haven’t heard of Enid Blyton (what's it like living under that rock?), here is the 411. She was a children’s writer who wrote over 800 books, which embodied pure brilliance and the ability to capture her readers’ minds and hearts and pull them into her magical realm.
Most of us associate the word "magic" with Harry Potter. Admittedly, I was late getting into the Harry Potter world, because, even at the age of eleven, I was still wrapped up in the magical world of Enid Blyton. Even today magic, to me, means Enid Blyton. And here’s why:
- Enid Blyton encouraged me to read. It was Blyton who escorted me into the enchanting world that is reading. My obsession with fiction triggered at the age of seven when I enjoyed prancing around in a magical land with Jo, Bessie and Fanny and venturing with the Famous Five. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d possibly be a cabbage and wouldn’t be able to distinguish good literature from bad.
- Enid Blyton taught me English. Enid Blyton made me treasure the magnificence and splendour of the English language in the most simple-yet-enchanting way. By Golly! Years of having a jolly good time reading Enid Blyton books have made her smashing vocabulary rub off on me. This is why I still use phrases like “Goodness Gracious!” in normal conversation. Her excellent use of the English language has also, without doubt, made me the English Freak and intolerable grammar Nazi I am today.
- Enid Blyton gave me an imagination. Blyton had the knack of making the most uncanny and relatable characters (Deaf ol’ Saucepan Man), the most unusual yet thrilling inventions (The Shock Toffee that grew bigger and bigger in your mouth before disappearing completely), and her superb mash-up of words kept you captivated to the last line.
- Enid Blyton made me who I am today. Given our age and times, today, Blyton is not exactly comparable to writers like J.K. Rowling or John Green or Suzanne Collins. But, I’m pretty sure Enid Blyton is the reason I am who I am today. Her characters personified good, honest, and kind. And growing up, I aspired to be just like them.
It’s because of Enid Blyton that today I think curling up with a book equals all bliss. And I’m indebted to Enid Blyton ‘cause she practically made my childhood.
(Standing Ovation Please)
Which authors made you who you are?
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