Brodie turned six at the weekend (where does the time go??) and we have been reading Five on a Treasure Island for the past few bedtimes. He is currently convinced that the Five will find the gold on the wreck (it just washed up at the end of our last chapter) and become rich. I realised the other day that Blyton was born 120 years (minus 5 days) before Brodie. And yet her books are still just as appealing to him as they were to me in the 90s, my mum in the 60s and all the children who have read them from when they were first published and all the way in between.

July round up

and

126 years of Blyton

Five on a Treasure Island has been book of the week before (back in 2018) but as I have made up no rules for this arbitrary honour, there’s nothing to say I can’t choose it again.

Brodie wasn’t entirely convinced when I first picked this one out, having finished The Sheep-Pig last week, mostly as there aren’t many pictures. But he has been hanging on every word of the first six chapters. We have read some Blyton stuff together before, mostly Noddy and of course Holiday Stories, but I’m loving sharing this with him the most.