This book was a present when Child 1 was born. This was back in 2004, long before Spike Jonze did his film. I was new to parenting and had not the first clue about books that children liked to read – apart from The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Gruffalo and everything Julia Donaldson.
I believe Where The Wild Things Are might have been the book that seduced me into the world of children’s books. If my memory serves me correctly. Then again, it’s not what it used to be – blame it on baby brain.
Since then, I’ve been rooting out interesting titles that have not crossed over into the general public consciousness. Old books, new books. They make no difference. As long as it’s an engaging story that’s beautifully illustrated and laid out.
Most importantly, my kids LOVE this book. It’s a bedtime classic. Of course, as everyone knows, the best part is when the wild rumpus begins.
And this is how the story begins.
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind
his mother called him “WILD THING!”
and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!”
so he was sent to bed without eating anything.