I could totally relate to Max, the wolf-costumed mischievous boy, sent to bed without dinner for chasing his dog around the house with a fork, among other things.
Max’s room soon transforms into a wild jungle and he embarks on a crazy nighttime journey, meeting all types of cool looking beasts and wild things. Of course, there is a happy ending, with Max growing homesick and returning to his room, to find his hot meal waiting for him.
"Where the Wild Things Are" is regarding as an American classic and won a Caldecott Medal in 1964, one year after it was first published. Not bad for a book with only 10 sentences.
So happy birthday Maurice Sendak (he turns 80 today), and may you have many more..
Thank you for a great book that I probably read 500 times as a child. In fact, I think I’ll dig it up and read it again.