Please, please let it be true.

From the Guardian:

New biography claims the beloved children's author [Enid Blyton] hid a secret code in her work to make cruel jokes at the expense of her first husband

This could be the Big One. 

The Turnaround. 

This could transform me from a hater* into a fangirl.

Though, to be honest, the "evidence" doesn't seem all that convincing.

*It should be noted (yet again) that my hater-dom is due more to the rabid fans than to the books themselves.  In the bookstore, we'd get Blyton fans in on a weekly basis.  When they discovered that the books weren't in print in the States, they would Lose Their Minds.  And then they would blame us, the booksellers.  So, fair or not, I ended up hating Enid Blyton.  (And buying all of the used copies I could find, just to prevent the jerks from getting them.  Yes, I have a rotten streak.)