Hey Alex, mentioning Enid Blyton brought back something I don't think I had thought about since primary school. When I was in what would have been my third year of school, about age 8 - 9, a trainee teacher came into class for a number of weeks. Since I think our teacher wouldn't have trusted this guy to do anything "serious", he read to us for half an hour a day. What he read was "The Magic Faraway Tree". Somehow, because he was reading it to us, I had the freedom to imaginise what was going on. And although I had been reading by myself perfectly happily since age 4, while I might well have objected to being read to, I didn't. In fact, I still quite often enjoy listening to book readings on the radio.