Easing myself back into (trying to get back to) regular reading by revisiting this series of books from childhood. Enid Blyton has, often justifiably, a reputation for awful snobbishness, casual racism and so on and, if I'm honest, these books do not do anything to dissuade me from that opinion: Americans are brash and have no sense of decorum, French people have no sense of what is acceptable and not where British ideals from the era are concerned, people from a back-ground of self-made money are comically common and need a reminder of where they came from to slap them down. These books are an excellent indication of middle-class attitudes in the 40s and 50s.
However, Blyton makes these stories very, very entertaining. There's never a dull moment and there are good studies in the development of the main characters as they age over time. Some are redeemed. some are not. By using the device of bringing in different supporting characters for each book she is able to throw in new stories to stop things stagnating. And, to my surprise, there are several quite obviously lesbian characters amongst both the staff and the pupils - obvious in that things about them are massive cliches, such as short hair, having lots of brothers, liking horses, having a penchant for striding heartily about in trousers. Indeed, this is followed-up in the sequels where two of the horsey girls live together in a horse-riding establishment which they have set up having left school at 18. (Although it is mentioned that they have separate bedrooms. Hmm.)
Anyway, to sum up: draw a veil over the cliches, the dated morals and just enjoy the rompling good fun. Get stuck in, make sure you make your bed every day and don't be silly enough to darn grey socks with red or blue thread because Matron will be after you!