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“You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly - and that is a great thing. Never lose that honesty, Bobby - always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly - and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!”

Quote by Enid Blyton

Work

Summer Term at St Clare's

This book follows the experiences of a group of girls at St. Clare's, a prestigious boarding school, as they navigate friendships, challenges, and personal growth during the summer term. The narrative delves into the daily lives of the students, highlighting their interactions, conflicts, and the evolving relationships they form amidst the school environment. more

Author

Enid Blyton
Enid Blyton

British children's author, born on August 11, 1897 in London, England, and died on November 28, 1968. Her works are known for their rich imagination and unique narrative style, making a significant contribution to the field of children's literature. more

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