Last week, my order of the naughtiest girl in school collection by Enid Blyton arrived. I’ve been searching for the complete series for a while and the best bet I found is from Amazon but the shipping cost is so not worth it so I opt for Book Depositary instead. I was surprised at first because they offer a free delivery service around the world *legit thought it was a scam because too good to be true.* When I opened my parcel and saw the books, I felt like I was being teleported back to my childhood days.
THIS MONTH IN READING | REMINISCING CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
I read my first Enid Blyton’s book when I was 9 years old.
Back then, when my family and I still lived in Gombak, we used to go to KLCC every week to play in the playground and the swimming pool there. This was 10+ years ago so I don’t know whether the swimming pool is still open to the public or not. And sometimes instead of swimming I will go to Kinokuniya bookstore and sit there browsing for a book to buy. Whoever decides to go with me to bookstores must be prepared to wait for hours because I choose my
babies books carefully.
And at Kinokuniya, I met my first copy of TNG. It was a love at the first sight.
Nah, it’s not.
I’ve been walking back and forth around the children’s book section for hours until my mum came to bring me home and urge me to hurry so with only 5 minutes to spare, I just grab books in front of me and it was The Naughtiest Girl In School Book 2. I remembered reading the book and felt in love with it because one; it’s an easy read, simple, straightforward English sentences and two; the book is set in a boarding school. There’s something fascinating about boarding school and the idea of living far away from the comfort of home and family made me excited but too bad there’s this thing called internet whose relationship with me is too deep to break apart.
I did question my sanity of spending money on something that the adult me wouldn’t like as the books are not exactly tailored to all ages, well, I don’t think the teenage me would like it too. It’s too childish and there was quite a big generation gap that kids nowadays couldn’t relate to but there’s something comforting that I can felt from re-reading TNG. Maybe it’s the nostalgia, the memories that came flooding back because I could name a few books series that had a way better storyline and character development like Malory Towers and St Claire’s whose are also written by Blyton.
I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that’s all you have – happy memories.
It was funny to note that my college friends (the majority of my batchmates were from SBP and MRSM) are impressed with my knowledge of boarding schools; the evil seniors, strict warden and questionable food quality.
And I was like
dun dun dun
I’d definitely made my children read these (if I could get married someday lol)