Why am I blogging about this? Because they were my favourite too. I remember the pleasure of reading the Famous Five's adventures and about George's father who was a mad scientist who would tolerate no loud talk or adventure in the house. Reading the series made me hungry always. Because Blyton described food rather nicely and the result was I would be hungry. Then there were gypsies, thieves, robbers, shady characters who loomed in the darkness. How sweet was innocence!
Forty years have passed. Some days ago I picked up a Famous Five series book and glanced through the contents. All that it contained seemed irrelevant, somehow I couldn't relate. I had matured. I had become alienated and lonely and not innocent anymore. Sigh! That's life.