Where the Wild Things Are
Maurice Sendak ~ Harper & Row, 1963
As yesterday was a hopeful day in the lives of children’s book/film buffs, I thought today was special enough to give props to… wait for it… the book that VKBMKL dubs as the all-time BEST CHILDREN’S BOOK EVER. That’s right. My number one top pick. The book I would pack if I only had one book to take of a deserted island. The one book I bought my son to celebrate his first birthday. Where the Wild Things Are is THE book folks, and I know the world is crossing its fingers and holding its breath hoping that Spike Jonze and his crew do it justice on the silver screen. I personally am a huge Dave Eggers and Jonze fan, so I have tremendous faith. Rumors abound that the movie was redited and part was reshot because the film company thought it too scary for kids. Who knows? But what I do know is that my son has asked to watch the trailer no less than five times, and I will be taking his four-year-old soul even if it scars him for life. That said…
Really, I almost can’t think about this book without getting teary-eyed. It is so special and so wonderful and so unique and magical, lovely, exceptional, fantastic… well, you get the picture. The story is almost genius in its simplicity. It encapsulates everything about childhood that makes us all long for it so. The mystery of the imagination. The fear and wonder of the unknown. The magic of youth. The goodness of home.
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew – and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost a year to where the wild things are.
This bravo-inducing book is one every child should have, hands down. A childhood spent without Max and his wild thing friends is a sad one indeed. Quite simply, my son and I are in love with this book… and chances are… we are not alone.
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