Where the Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are

One night Max puts on his wolf suit and makes mischief of one kind and another, so his mother calls him 'Wild Thing' and sends him to bed without his supper. That night a forest begins to grow in Max's room and an ocean rushes by with a boat to take Max to the place where the wild things are. Max tames the wild things and crowns himself as their king, and then the wild rum...

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Title:Where the Wild Things Are
Author:Maurice Sendak
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Edition Language:English

Where the Wild Things Are Reviews

  • Nathan

    I have no doubt that this book damaged me, psychologically, as a small child. It is one of the earliest books I vividly remember reading aloud to myself, and I remember the first time my mother read it to me before she put me to bed. Here's the gist of the plot: A little boy named Max dresses up in a wolf costume, plays with a hammer, chases his dog with a fork, then threatens to cannibalize his mother. His mother, a master of irony, then puts him to bed with no dinner. Already, this story shoul

    I have no doubt that this book damaged me, psychologically, as a small child. It is one of the earliest books I vividly remember reading aloud to myself, and I remember the first time my mother read it to me before she put me to bed. Here's the gist of the plot: A little boy named Max dresses up in a wolf costume, plays with a hammer, chases his dog with a fork, then threatens to cannibalize his mother. His mother, a master of irony, then puts him to bed with no dinner. Already, this story should start creeping you out. Then a forest starts to grow in Max's bedroom. And no, no chemicals have been ingested anywhere in the story. Though the bit about chasing the dog with the fork does imply a delusional state. Regardless, a fucking forest grows in the kids bedroom. So naturally he gets in a boat and sails off to the other side of the world, to where all these "wild things" are. And promptly subjugates everyone he sees. I'm a damn toddler, and my mom is reading me a book about a sociopath. So Max has a ball with this gang he's conquered and converted, and they howl at the moon and hop through trees. Then he gets hungry and goes home, where his mother, no doubt terrified of his new army of foreign creatures, has left his food for him, still warm. I thought, "This woman aims to do me harm." Yes, please, mother. Read me a story about my bedroom becoming a forest inhabited by monsters, then put me to bed. Think I slept that night? No, I hid out under my bed with a plastic baseball bat, a water gun and flashlight, hoping to God that if this was the night it all went wrong, I had the courage to look those monsters in the eye and pretend I wasn't wetting myself. I made a nest with a giant teddy bear and two pillows and didn't come out until the next morning, when I heard my mom coming down the hall. All day long I pretended nothing was different. But I asked her to read me Where The Wild Things Are again that night. And the next night. For months. I would ask her questions like "Do you think I will have my monsters get you if you don't make me supper?" And she'd smile, and say "Go to bed, Nathan." Spooky shit, I'm telling you. I learned to read through fear and intimidation. A subversive masterpiece.

    NC

  • Angie

    "Mom. Mom. Mo-om. Mom. MOM!"

    My mom whips around. "WHAT??!"

    "CanIgetabook?"

    "What?"

    "Can... I... get... a... book...?"

    "How much is it?"

    "$8.50."

    "What is it?"

    I brandish a copy of

    from behind my back.

    "Don't you already have that?"

    "Nuh-uh."

    "Aren't you a little...

    for a book like that?"

    I pout. "But Mo-om..."

    "Okay," she sighs. "Put it in the cart."

    --ten minutes later--

    My mom leaves the car to go put the cart back.

    I look around suspiciously, making sure the coast is clear.

    I le

    "Mom. Mom. Mo-om. Mom. MOM!"

    My mom whips around. "WHAT??!"

    "CanIgetabook?"

    "What?"

    "Can... I... get... a... book...?"

    "How much is it?"

    "$8.50."

    "What is it?"

    I brandish a copy of

    from behind my back.

    "Don't you already have that?"

    "Nuh-uh."

    "Aren't you a little...

    for a book like that?"

    I pout. "But Mo-om..."

    "Okay," she sighs. "Put it in the cart."

    --ten minutes later--

    My mom leaves the car to go put the cart back.

    I look around suspiciously, making sure the coast is clear.

    I lean over the back seat and start digging through the bags.

    Finding the book, I crawl back into the front seat with it.

    My mom returns.

    "Couldn't you wait until we got home?"

    "Nope." I'm turning the first pages, reading everything slowly.

    My mom starts the car. "Sometimes I can't tell if I have a twenty-four- or a four-year-old daughter."

    I'm still immersed in the book. "At least I no longer pull up my skirt in the grocery aisle and show everyone my Barbie underwear."

    "I certainly hope not!"

    I grin mischievously.

  • Michael Finocchiaro

    I have read the story of Max about 1,000,000 times and my kids love it too. The illustrations are magical and the text is beyond wonderful. It is one of the most fun and rewarding books for a parent to read to a kid (lots of fun making dancing sounds and monster sounds!) and features joyful plot. A must!

  • James

    I loved this so much, I begged to star in it in an elementary school play. I won the lead role but had to share it with another classmate as we were doing 8 performances and couldn't be out of classes for rehearsals that often! I got to be rowdy... even though I was the quietest child possible. And who doesn't love to act like an animal, parade through the jungle and revisit their roots! But what do we love even more... our family and those who love us. Sometimes we can be too much and need to d

    I loved this so much, I begged to star in it in an elementary school play. I won the lead role but had to share it with another classmate as we were doing 8 performances and couldn't be out of classes for rehearsals that often! I got to be rowdy... even though I was the quietest child possible. And who doesn't love to act like an animal, parade through the jungle and revisit their roots! But what do we love even more... our family and those who love us. Sometimes we can be too much and need to done it down. And that's the lesson this little one teaches us.

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  • fleegan

    This book is crap, and let me tell you why. The kid is a jerk and is sent to his room without supper. He proceeds to go to some magical place where these monsters live and he bosses them around and is mean to them. Then he gets back home...having not learned that being a mean jerk is wrong...and there on his table in his room is dinner...and it's still warm. What's the lesson here exactly?

    Hate the book.

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