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Mike, Enid Blyton used to make me feel inadequate too!! I used to wonder why I never solved mysteries or exposed criminals! My friend and I even formed the “Daring Double” – and never did anything remotely daring.(I never even had an Uncle Dick or Aunt Fanny….)
Hi Liza — yes I definitely think there is something in this. Other people have said it too. There are stories that take you to a fantastic place and open your mind, as a kid, and there are stories that take you to an enhanced version of your own world and show you how you’re a bit rubbish! I remember walking around school with my friend Cookie and talking about how there was definitely a smuggling operation going on amongst the teachers. Only trouble is, there wasn’t.