Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Famous Five by Enid Blyton, reviewed by Ayush Bhati

The Famous Five by Enid Blyton

Reviewed by
Name: Ayush Bhati
School: Gyan Mandir Public School

About the Author

The Author of this story is Enid Blyton. His right to be identified as the author of the work has been asserted by his in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

About the Characters

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Book Review

“I feel as if we have been at Kirrin for about a month already!” said Anne, stretching herself out on the warm sand, and digging her toes in. “And we have only just come!’

‘Yes – it’s funny how we settle down at Kirrin so quickly,’ said Dick. “We only come yesterday, and I agree with you, Anne – it seems as if we have been her ages. I love Kirrin.

I hope this weather lasts out the three weeks we have got left of the holiday,’ said Julian, rolling away from Timmy, who was paving at him, trying to make him play. ‘Go away, Timmy. You’ar too energetic. We’ve bathed, had a run, played a ball – and that’s quite enough for a little while. Go and play with the crabs!”

‘Woof!’ said Timmy. Then he picked up his years as he heard a tinkling noise from the promenade. He barks again. ‘Trust old Timmy to hear the ice-cream man,’ said Dick. Anyone want an ice-cream sir? Everyone did. So Anne recollected the money and went off to get the ice-creams, Timmy close at her heels. She came back with five cartons of ice-creams, Timmy jumping up at her all the way.

‘I can’t think of anything nicer than lying down on hot sand with the sum on every part of my body, eating an ice-cream, and knowing there are still weeks’ holiday in front of us – at Kirrin too! said Dick.

‘Yes. It’s heaven,’ said Anne ‘It’s a pity your father visitors today, George. Who are they? Have we got to dress up for them?’

‘I don’t think so,’ said George. Timmy, you’ve eaten your ice-cream in one gulp. What a frightful waste!’.

When are three people coming? asked Dick?

About half past twelve, said George. ‘They’re coming to lunch – but thank goodness Father told mother he didn’t want a pack of children gobbling all around him and his friends at Lunch.

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