
Ever been shocked to find out that a celebrity figure you thought you knew might be narcissistic, petty and vindictive?
In any respectable library in post-colonial India Enid Blyton’s books were in high demand. At the age of nine, her books inspired me to write shoddy copies of imaginary adventures (and may those childhood drafts burn in eternal hellfire). My friends and I swapped and re-read tattered copies of The Secret Island, The Boy Next Door, The Faraway Tree, The Wishing Chair books an...
Published on July 12, 2024 04:27