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A review by rohini_murugan
The Naughtiest Girl Again by Enid Blyton
4.0
It is a tad weird, tbh, to review a child book as an adult, but I am happy that I got to dwell into this gem once again.
Before Harry Potter, it was Enid Blyton's universe. I took this book again today, after around 10 years. And, I could almost see my very younger self losing herself into this innocent world of school squabbles and merciful life lessons. I saw how it would have been a respite for that version of me, because it sure was, for my current version too.
After all these years, the one that most hit me is the complete absence of darkness in the pages. They were so light and really sunny. The words felt like a fresh ray of sunshine and every turn gave me a whiff of freshly baked chocolate cookies that somehow seemed to convince the reader that everything will be okay. There was laughter. There was pranks. There was heart warming friendships. There was no death looming around in the corner. There was no dark lord waiting to murder the protagonist. There was no boyfriend to break your heart in a split second. I realised that after a long time, I felt like I could take off my protective shield that protects me from unexpected RR Martin twists. And I have to say, I did feel light without the impending weight of adultness lurking in the corner.
It was pure. It was bright. It felt like it was made of angel dust. It was a different kind of magic - but it worked its charm.
Before Harry Potter, it was Enid Blyton's universe. I took this book again today, after around 10 years. And, I could almost see my very younger self losing herself into this innocent world of school squabbles and merciful life lessons. I saw how it would have been a respite for that version of me, because it sure was, for my current version too.
After all these years, the one that most hit me is the complete absence of darkness in the pages. They were so light and really sunny. The words felt like a fresh ray of sunshine and every turn gave me a whiff of freshly baked chocolate cookies that somehow seemed to convince the reader that everything will be okay. There was laughter. There was pranks. There was heart warming friendships. There was no death looming around in the corner. There was no dark lord waiting to murder the protagonist. There was no boyfriend to break your heart in a split second. I realised that after a long time, I felt like I could take off my protective shield that protects me from unexpected RR Martin twists. And I have to say, I did feel light without the impending weight of adultness lurking in the corner.
It was pure. It was bright. It felt like it was made of angel dust. It was a different kind of magic - but it worked its charm.