I'm going to try and review books from my childhood everyday, hopefully, and what better way to start than Enid Blyton, the queen of children's novels. I'm starting with this particular book, because this was the first book of this series I read, and The Five Find-Outers series is my favourite of all of Blyton's works.
Enid Blyton reminds me of a time when the most of my worries was completing my homework on time. I read this book in my summer holidays, and I wanted to be there, in Peterswood, because their summers are so much more amazing, what with lemonade, and macroons, and that little tea shop, and disguises, and of course, the lovable Mr. Goon. Yeah, he's lovable. He's just always in the wrong place at the wrong time. In this particular book, our five friends kind of get into a sticky situation when they disguise themselves as relatives of one, Prince Bongawah, who ends up kidnapped. Mr. Goon, of course, has to turn up when the role-play is happening, as should his utterly daft and gullible nephews Ern, Sid, and Perce. Coo? Coo. What follows is a comedy of errors that ultimately leads to the Prince being found, and everyone being happy. Pretty simple story, you say? Sure, but Blyton is a master of the English language, and her sense of humour is impeccable. With 'pomes' like "The pore old gardener" and "There was a coff that carried him off", delectable dishes a la classic Enid Blyton style, disguises including Princess Bongawee and old John Smith, the humour in this book is on point. Mr. Goon is as mean and goofy as always, and gets himself into the most laughable situations. Ern provides the usual comic relief with his portry, and Fatty acts like "da man". It's all the same, and yet, I absolutely adore this book. My friends and I also spent an more time than necessary "letting our tongues loose to talk foreign", and suffice to say, we got farther than abbledy gabbledy.