The Perfect Peach has a very outdated feel to it, but in that nice way that makes me love looking at books I read as a child. Except this isn’t one I read as a child–it was a recent gift from my mother. It was published originally in 1977, as far as I can tell, and I can definitely see it in the illustrations and in the text–not a bad thing, but the dated feeling of it does overpower the story a little. Though, with so many wonderful musicals to your name, Mr. Schwartz, it’s no wonder your text (all in verse) is so charming and whimsical. Four stars!