John S. Goodall's Theatre: The Sleeping Beauty
John S. Goodall ~ Atheneum, 1980
My Internet has still been having some problems because of all this rain, so I don't know how long it will stay up to get this post actually finished. That said, I'll be out of commission until I return from Indiana on Monday... but I will say this... Yesterday, I walked into a used book shop with the boy... as he sat down perusing an old Donald Duck retrospective... I flipped through the shelves and a dainty little paperback book fluttered into view. My heart skipped a beat. All of a sudden, I was eight years old, sitting on the floor in my room looking at this book over and over again. Turning its pages and studying the tiny pictures. To say I loved this book as a child would be a huge understatement. I worshipped it.
The thinnest little paperback... only four pages with a small flip book on the inside. All the Goodall books of my youth were like this. Half pages that reveal one scene and then add one image to another. Take particular note of the last scene of the play... when the mice fairy godmothers are flying above the wedding... look close and you can actually see their wires. Darling darling darling. I am going to post it in full here because the gushing is so heartfelt and strong. I thought for a moment of giving it to the boy's BFF as she loves animals and princesses, but you know what? I think I'll be keeping this one just for me. Now, fall in love if you please.
An Edwardian Christmas