


How right, then, that she and her particular brand of succour should return to us now, at a time of renewed national crisis.

It seems likely that the upheaval of the time created the perfect emotional appetite among a bewildered and powerless juvenile populace for formulaic, just-thrilling-enough adventures for brave children, or cosy boarding school stories that always ended with the good triumphant and the bad suitably punished – or shown the error of their ways and thoroughly reformed. She wrote her first full-length children’s book in 1937 (she would produce more than 800 further such volumes during the next half century) and became fully established during the years of the conflict. T here is a strong argument that Enid Blyton would not have become quite the powerhouse she did had it not been for the second world war.
