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On my way to work I heard President Obama reading the story:
And then, this afternoon on my way home, I heard the journalist who wrote this delightful piece being interviewed. He spoke of the ritual of reading Where the Wild Things Are to his son when he was two years old. Over and over. He spoke of the connection the story (and the ritual of reading it) brought to their relationship. I can relate. We love a bedtime story here.
I was excited to hear that Maurice Sendak has other books to explore. Equally awesome and adventurous, apparently, but (perhaps) less well known.
There is In the Night Kitchen, which is the story of a young boy's dream journey through a baker's kitchen where he helps bake a cake. It has been subject to censorship issues over the years because it features a naked boy. Egad!
And there is Outside over there; the story of a young girl who has to babysit her sister and imagines her being taken by goblins.**
We are going to track these babies down!
Rest in peace Mr Sendak. And thanks. We love your work.
Do you have a copy of Where the Wild Things Are? What is your favourite bit?
* Sorry about the pun!
** From the descriptions of the story lines, I can sense that Sendak has a 'style'.