I've been following this whole age banding hullabaloo with some interest. To be frank, I'm a little on the fence over the whole issue. Or perhaps just a little surprised at the degree of lather writers seem able to get themselves into over it. All that said, I've duly signed the petition at www.notoagebanding.org. Maybe just because I remember the years of my childhood where I did my best to storm the gates of the adult collection of my local library.
I've written a couple of books that would likely be marketed as for readers ages 3-8. And while I do think the books are very suitable for children of about that age, and if I am going to do a school visit or reading that is certainly the audience I would hope for, I do suspect the main purchasers of the book (soon to be books!) are childless, twenty-somethings who knit (and knit-witless as I am, I do love those readers.) So where does that slot into age banding?
So, in light of all this contretemps, I was amused to find at the village book fair a book very specifically titled Best Stories for Eight-Year-Olds by Enid Blyton.
I've dipped into it a few times, but frankly the resident eight-year-old is much more interested in this:
Richard E. Grant? Doctor Who? Colour us there! You can find the whole thing at the BBC site here.