Review of
Where The Wild Things Are,
by Maurice Sendak ISBN 0064431789
Five out of five stars
Short on text, long on imagination
While there is
not a lot of text in this book, it is more than made up for with a lot of imagination.
Max is a boy wearing a wolf suit and that evening he has been particularly
difficult. So bad that he is sent to bed without his supper. His reaction is to
“leave” his bed and travel over the ocean to a place where there are many wild
creatures.
They have horns,
sharp claws and fierce expressions. Yet, they enjoy playing so they join Max in
howling at the moon, hanging from trees and generally doing playful monster
things. However, despite the fun they have with monsters, little boys enjoy
being with other people. Therefore, when Max smells something good, he says
goodbye to his monster friends, and sails back to his home. When he arrives, he
discovers his supper in his room. Furthermore, despite the extent of his
adventures, it is still hot.
The charm of
this book is the dilemma that a naughty, yet imaginative child has to cope
with. For no matter where he can go in the virtual sense, there is no place
like home with a hot meal.
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