As I’m packing for my upcoming move, I’m weeding books.

I found this charming 1958 hardcover edition of Shirley Temple’s Storybook that was a gift to my sister and I from our aunt and uncle. It contains the fairy tales Shirley Temple loved to read to her own children.

I set it out in the sunlight for some fresh air, and while I was leafing through it, felt taken by the beautiful illustrations.

The fact that it’s 62 years old lends it magic, but it’s also very well presented with large type, small colourful illustrations, and huge bright images.