Where the Wild Things Are
is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child and a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief and gets sent to bed without supper. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's colour illustrations (perhaps his finest) are beautiful, and each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder.
The wild things--with their mismatched parts and giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which floats between the land of dreams and a child's imagination.
This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times, and even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home.
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"Gripping, ingenious and uplifting ... a shrewd, fierce, healing book" -- Boyd Tonkin Independent "A timeless masterpiece. The illustrations, the fabulous monsters, the beautiful cross-hatching, and the surreal, dreamlike narrative beckons the reader to join the adventure. The themes are perfect for inspiring discussion on confronting life's scary things, mastering your fears and being brave, letting off steam, saying goodbye, and the comfort of returning home safe and sound" Child Education "An almost-perfect picture book stuffed with mischief, magic and meaning ... Has a haunting depth that makes bedtime reading thrilling, a little scary, but also empowering" Junior "This is my never-fail picture book. The text is very short, but utterly perfect, the illustrations are tremendous" -- Jacqueline Wilson "The key to Sendak's success, and to the continuing hipness of his book, is that it's hero is not a good child ... the book is, in fact, extraordinarily childcentric, a book written for and about terrible infants, the kind of terrible infants that most children really are and that all adults remain for much of the time" -- David Baddiel The Times