I had "Girl" (Belle of the Ballet!) and "School Friend". I remember being told that I sould read the "Children's Newspaper" ( or something) and it was so, so worthy and so, so boring!
Then, yes, "Valentine" with the pull out centre folds of Elvis, or Vliff, or Billy Fury which my mother wouldn't let me pin up on my bedroom walls, which everyone else was allowed to do.
And I read, and read, and read. Every Enid Blyton, every Elinor Brent-Dyer - remember the "Chalet School" books? And those ones about ballet - "so and so at the Wells"!
Then I graduated to those prolific but gripping (for a thirteen year old) historical novels - Jean Plaidy and co. Looked at one recently and shuddered, but they were good stories. Oh, and "Forever Amber" which was quite racy..
Then my English teacher gave me the keys to the English stockroom, because I read very fast and she recognised I needed more than the class novel. And thence my career in English! (And my ability to go on, and on about books. Sorry!)