I've been indulging my inner-child recently as I have read the entire Trebizon school series. As a child I loved any school-based stories; the thought of escaping from family and the school I knew, and going to a school like Trebizon or Malory Towers filled many an hour! The fun teachers, the dormitories, the midnight feasts, the swimming pools, the weird and wacky borders, the mysteries...
As an adult I loved the same things; oh to be able to go back in time and to have nothing to worry about except what subjects to take or which boy to talk to, or to solve who stole the perfume from the dormitory. But I can escape for an hour or so (the books aren't very long and I read quick) and then it's back to reality with a bump, with only the memories of fun and happiness lingering...
