Wild Thing I thing I think I love you! “Oh, please don’t go—we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”
I can’t imagine there are many people who haven’t read this book. When I read it I was Max and I felt sad and cranky to be in the room by myself, and before you know it my room had trees in it! Then the freedom I felt when I was transported onto a little boat on a never-ending sea was exhilarating. To see those Wild Things for the first time…I can’t lie…I was scared, but you can’t judge a book by its cover. We became friends. I was crowned the king of all the Wild Things, but really missed my Mum. I would miss my subjects but as a kid, that was loved so much, I didn’t want my Mum to worry, and I could do with some supper.
I always used to wonder…Did Max ever go back for a visit? Apparently I still wonder about it. And so is the power of Where The Wild Things Are.
Head on over to http://www.terribleyelloweyes.com fantastic site with a heap of fan art in tribute to the greatest book ever. I have 2 copies of Where The Wild Things Are (one hard cover and one not) I got them both for Christmas one year from my family. After many years of complaining, to them, about not owning a copy of the book, I received 2 for Christmas.
The picture above is by Matthew Armstrong and I have put a link to his deviant art page. Go and have a look. Lots of different stuff to browse through. It’s really worth the trip.
I haven’t watched the movie, even though I was really looking forward to it. When it came around, I kinda didn’t wanna anymore. I don’t want it to ruin the book for me. Maybe one day.
Ruby “Wild Rumpus” Canoe.