The Enid Blyton books – particularly the Faraway Tree and Wishing Chair series – were the first books I fell asleep with. I’d hide the book under my pillow while I did my homework in bed, sneaking them out every so often for quick read.
These books fired my imagination. Every tree that I climbed, I wished was the Faraway Tree with Saucepan Man hiding amidst the branches. Every chair I sat on, I hoped would sprout wings and carry me away.
I probably had all if not most of the titles which I lovingly wrapped with clear plastic eventhough they were hardback copies.