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Where the Wild Things Are – Maurice Sendak

Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak is one of my favorite books, ever. Even as an adult, I occasionally pick it up to gaze at the intricate illustrations and read the simple words that tell a complex story. I can relate to Max when I’m having a bad day; to get in a boat and sail away from it all and have a wild rumpus to release pent up frustrations. Then to sail back and be home in time for a warm meal…

Maurice Sendak you will be missed but your memory will live on in each of your stories and illustrations.

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>Where the Wild Things Are

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I totally loved Where the Wild Things Are as a kid (and still do). So naturally I just HAD to go see the movie as soon as I could. I wasn’t disappointed. The monsters were great, Max was totally believable. I loved the way the whole monster part drifted between nightmarish intensity and warm fuzzies, just like real dreams (well, my dreams anyway).
My kids didn’t really get it though. I had to explain it to them. But then again, they never stayed up late at night reading that book, turning the pages back and forth studying the illustrations the way I did as a kid. I never had cable TV or Internet – I hate to say it, but I think things were better back then…