One of my earliest childhood memories is the story Where the Wild Things Are written by Maurice Sendak. I remember the illustrations like a dream. I know that I was 5ish when I first saw this book because I remember the library. I know that we only lived in the town with that little tiny library until I was 5. I remember looking closely at the monsters and at the little boy and his wolf costume – I was fascinated by the wolf costume. I remember the trees springing up around him, and the boat. I was not scared of the monsters like some children – and I obviously was so taken by the illustrations that they remained in my mind’s eye my whole life. With the arrival of my first child, one of the books I was given as a shower present was Where the Wild Things Are – I hadn’t seen it since I was very small but the story came flashing back to me.
A brilliant teller of tales - magical illustrator. Jew! Woohoo!
(you guys probably thought I was going to talk about Singer or Salinger or Kafka didn’t you?)
Great thought. You pulled me in….
By: Archie on May 1, 2008
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Where the Wild Things Are is a great story.
Thanks for reminding me.
By: Terry Finley on May 3, 2008
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