Rest well Mr. Sendak. I was Born In 1964, My first "boyfriend" when I was 4, introduced me to Max and the Wild Things we read Where the Wild Things Are, over and over until the book fell apart. I read it again to my 2 wild boys over and over, then they read it until the binding split and the pages separated. Last year my son, Devon, now 21 gave me a new copy for Christmas. (I still have the one I bought for my sons 23 years ago) It remains one of my favorite gifts of all time.
And Now let the WILD Rumpus Start!
Beautifully written. Sendak would have approved.