Oh, how I love this book. I love its rascally little boy hero. I love the gruesome, but friendly monsters. I love that Max gets to be king of the wild things. I love the way it begins:
"The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind or another . . . . "
I've read Where the Wild Things Are to my own wild child at least fifty times. And we'll probably read it another ten times before October 16. I can't imagine how Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers made a full-length film out of the book, but the trailer looks great.
Let the wild rumpus begin!