
With the film adaptation still awing audiences in theaters, Where the Wild Things Are has been in the limelight since the beginning of fall—or even earlier, given the anticipation Spike Jonze’s film aroused. But even without the film, the merchandise, the super cool costumes and bobble heads and t-shirts, the book is a masterpiece all on its own.
Unlike the film, Maurice Sendak’s amazing story involves the land of the wild things growing in Max’s actual bedroom. Rather than externalizing the wildness found within him, the wildness is actually in his own room, in his own home—stemming from his very life rather than an outside force. Sure, this might be a bit philosophical for children, but it’s a bit scary for them, too—and neither make it less enjoyable on the whole.
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