I didn't grow up with Maurice Sendak's books.
I was introduced to Where the Wild Things Are in my 20s, and I immediately bought the hardcover book. "For my children, someday," I said, but I didn't even know if I would have children. I really bought it because I loved it.
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My youngest brother once said that although he didn't like tattoos, if ever he were moved to get a tattoo, it would be of Max, from Where the Wild Things Are. I had to agree.
My daughters grew up with this book, and I'm so glad. We still read it now and then, and I probably always will.
Maurice Sendak passed away today. He left us with a great gift.
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I have a friend who named his son Max and for Halloween a few years ago he was... Max. King of all the wild things. Precious.
Posted by: Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food | May 17, 2012 at 10:50 AM
Loved him-especially how he chose to rise above a difficult childhood by creating joy and intrigue for children.
Posted by: Britton Minor | May 17, 2012 at 06:32 AM
such a loss ... did you happen to see him on Colbert a few weeks ago? Check out Youtube or Comedy Central online .. I am sure its there
Posted by: Daryl aka Big Apple | May 09, 2012 at 06:13 AM