My son is now on his 10th listen of the Potter audiobooks (the Stephen Fry ones). Those stories are – I’m sorry and elated and braced for impact to say – much better than those I was reading when I was eight. By which I mean Enid Blyton, but also perhaps Judy Blume and Anthony “Jennings” Buckeridge, and including – yikes – some of Roald Dahl and – double yikes – a lot of CS Lewis, even those Narnia cassettes read by Michael Hordern.