The Secret Seven books need no introduction, as three generations of children have already loved and learned to read fluently with them. I decided to review this particular one (the thirteenth in the series), because it is a bit different to the other Secret Seven books. It still has the usual run-of-the-mill mystery book plot that Enid Blyton does so effortlessly, of course: the 7 meet up, find a mystery, do some sleuthing, successfully solve said mystery. This book could even be deemed a tad repetitive, as it has a very similar plot to one of the previous Secret Seven books (no 5, I believe), in which the Seven were after another dog-thief. So far so unoriginal. Blyton produced these stories en masse.
However, this book has something very rare that most other Blyton books lack: the book ends with a lyrical passage exhibiting clear display of emotion, which is totally uncharacteristic of Blyton's style and her "British phlegm". I was truly surprised to notice this. In the last few years I've heard most all of the 15 Secret Seven books read aloud to me by my daughter and I've noticed nothing like this before.
There is a pedigree dog thief at large and the 7 are trying to catch him. Their own dog, Scamper, gets stolen - and the mystery becomes personal. The thief has also stolen Matt the shepherd's dog. When the 7 eventually catch the culprit, and all the dogs get returned to their owners, the book does not end with the usual triumphant Secret Seven, rejoicing in their success and getting congratulations from the police. Instead, Blyton chooses to end with a page describing very graphically and vividly the shepherd dog's return to its master. It reads like a love affair, fraught with emotion; if we didn't know it's a dog we might wonder whether this could be a woman returning to her beloved. One reads of the dog's feelings, how he longs for his master, how he runs up the hills, bounding over the snow under the shining stars that show the outline of his master's hut in the distance. The shepherd is startled and asks "who's that" in the darkness... And then follows one of the most endearing "reuniting" scenes you will ever witness (Hollywood chick flicks have nothing on this).
For a restrained, rigid writer such as Blyton, who seems to loathe exhibitions of emotion, (and who we suspect to be an uncaring mother, according to her own children's accounts), this is totally uncharacteristic. Maybe she had a dog that she loved? Maybe she was a fan of Jack London? Maybe she was familiar with rural life and the strong relationship formed between a shepherd, alone during the winter months, with only his trusted dog as company? Maybe she wanted to honour that beloved companion of the Englishman, the dog? Whatever the reason, she closes a commonplace book with a very strong passage, which, for young kids who are just now honing their writing skills, is a master class in expressive, emotion descriptive writing. It's only one page long, photocopy it if you can and get your child to read it!