Review
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
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 suit, and it manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home."Each word has been carefully chosen and the simplicity of the language is quite deceptive." -- SLJ."The clearer reproductions of the original art are vibrant and luminous [in this edition]." -- H.. 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. 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. Sendak's color illustrations gare beautiful, and each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired.