I enjoyed the Enid Blyton books, mainly The famous 5 and the secret 7. I used to get them for presents or Sunday School prizes.
When Mum was threatening me with a smacking I would grab an Enid Blyton book and an apple, and run away to a local monastery garden, sit on a log, eat my apple and read for hours till I thought Mum had forgotten my transgression. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that I was safe there - I would have had a fit if I'd known what some religious men had been up to in those days!! Mind you, I've never heard of any scandal from that place - The College of the Resurrection; an Anglican monastery.
When I had read every book in the children's section of the local library, including all the Enid Blytons, the librarian gave me an adult library card, although I was underage, and introduced me to Charles Dickens, starting with Oliver Twist. The Famous 5 were soon forgotten - I was growing up.
But I remember them fondly, and even though I realise they had their limitations and prejudices, they were an integral part of my childhood. And they didn't make me right wing. Charles Dickens made sure of that.