When we were at the movies last weekend, we saw the preview for Where the Wild Things Are, which looks absolutely gorgeous. Just from the tidbits shown, I feel like the movie is going to stay true to the feeling of the book and I’m really looking forward to it. Of course, I had to go back and re-read the book, for the umpteenth time. We used to read it a lot when Amber was younger and I do think it’s a classic that should be in every child’s personal library.
Where the Wild Things Are
by Maurice Sendak
Max, a little boy, gets in trouble and is sent to his room by his mom without dinner. In his room, he goes on a fantastic journey to where the wild things live. He becomes king, but eventually decides he want to come home. When he gets back to his room, his supper is waiting for him.
I love this book. The pictures are beautiful, especially in the land far away. The monsters are mishmashes, not scary at all, even though they have claws and teeth, and threaten to eat Max up. You get the feeling that they like Max, like having him as their king. The forest is wonderful and full of details. I never get tired of this book, no matter how many times we’ve read it over the years.
Max’s imaginary journey ends when he decides that he wants to go home, “where someone loved him best of all.” The book celebrates the power of imagination, but also the importance of mom’s unconditional love. Yes, Max got punished, but Mom still loves him. I like how his experience with the Wild Things echo what happened at home.
Once again, I’m urging folks to read the original before you see the movie. It’s worth it.