Today, fifty years ago, the author famous for hundreds of novels, died. Enid Blyton was my favorite children’s book author and therefore I’d like to make an apprechiation post.
PS: Sorry for being so inactive lately but school won’t let me have time!
On the 28th of November 1968 Enid Blyton died at the age of 71 remaining the seventh-best-selling fiction author of all time with more than 700 written books and 600 million sold copies.
To this day, she remains my favorite children’s author because The Famous Five made me who I am now. My dad started reading them to me at the age of three because he remembered loving them when he was small. We would sit for hours each weekend finishing one book, my dad with a sore throat and me waiting to read the next book.
My first novel of hers was Five Go Adventuring Again although my favorites always were Five Run Away Together and Five Get into Trouble.
Today I read an article about her stating that she would write a book a day with its plot coming to her in ten minutes sitting in her chair. She had two girls of her own but even when having her own children, she would love her book characters more, said her daughter. Just before dying she was told she can be happy having two children. But she said “Children? Those are my children” and pointed to a bookshelf full of her work.
Even though critics and her children claim she wasn’t a loving mother, she still remains my idol concerning literature.
I hope you enjoyed this little flashback to childhood, I promise I’ll be back soon and have a great day!