With the passing of Maurice Sendak, yesterday, how many children read or had read to them the lovely Where the Wild Things Are, last night? I read this interview with him in the Guardian, last November. It’s funny, warm and immeasurably sad.
I never knew the book and only came to know of it with the release of Spike Jones and Dave Eggers feature-length interpretation of the story in 2009, when I was pregnant with the Monkey. In fact, the copy we have in our home was bought for her and given to her for her first Christmas. It had been read to her of course, but was back on the shelf waiting for her to get a little older. I took it down last night and am delighted to report, as many parents will be today, that she liked it (particularly the wild rumpus – not the smartest move to read it before bed) and wanted to read it again on this grey, London morning. It’s off the shelf now, and I’m so pleased.