I have been looking for the eight-book set called The Bible Story Library for years. I finally found them a few weeks ago. They arrived in the mail yesterday. Looking them over, I am amazed at what an impact they had on me, since I was able to recall some 45 years later the main artist and that the prints were duotone (as noted in this 2009 post).
I read these books over and over as a child, especially fascinated by the flood, Samson, and David. I remember the thought occurring to me one day, sitting on our sofa at perhaps the age of eight or nine, that maybe I could read that zippered King James Bible my mother kept on the dining room table. She allowed me to do so, and I cannot but think that it was this set of books that God used to draw me into his Word as a vocation.