This is, like all Enid Blyton's books, very gripping, but... The adventure stories I can still understand - good clean living and fun, though somewhat spartan in emotional terms still - I mean repressed, what? But these school ones are a bit TOO no-nonsense. And the school! I mean these stories of same-sex obsessions, sado-masochistic relationships, all told with such matter-of-factness - this is NORMAL! Lower-grade pupils coming to fag for the seniors and becoming so obsessed and loyal that they get ill... A girl with a craving for food - rather like poor old Enid herself, judging from her books. There's plenty of material for a horror movie there. The French girls, who stay out of the relationships and have an affectionate aunt, are abnormal somehow - cold and foreign - surely this ought not to be! Or maybe I am just not English enough! But if this is Englishness...