Took a lil break from my usual, and decided to revisit one of my childhood authors. I loved Secret Seven when I was a kid, so reading this book is quite nostalgic for me. Although I do find a lot of it very predictable and too unbelievable now—I guess that’s just me being too old for these types of stories—I would still love to read more of Enid Blyton’s works. It does provide for a good comfort read.