Where the Wild Things are



This is one of my FAVORITE books! Awesome illustrations and super super imaginative and creative. I was only introduced to Sendak as an adult and I read Where The Wild Things are when I was in grad school but I fell in love with the book and especially the stunningly brilliant use of illustrations and space on the pages of the book. Right from the dust jacket and the end pages to the performance between the text and imagery..this book has managed to capture everything a picture can be! 

I used this book differently with the boys…largely because of how much i had thought about it, the number of times i had read it and the fact that I had used it in a classroom with first graders. So, we started out by looking at the dust jacket (and i told them it was called a dust jacket and why). I read out the title and asked the boys to predict what the book was about. We had several guesses: forest! monsters! boat?! Then we looked at the end pages and i told the boys that they gave us some more hints about the story..this time, they said the end pages made them think of trees and forests.  


They enjoyed the story – especially the 3 pages where the wild rumpus is in progress and the pictures completely take over the pages in a double page spread that bleeds into the very edges of the paper.

Here we decide what the wild things and Max are doing and we have background music too! 

I did not get into discussing whether this was real or a dream…too early for that i feel and I plan to revisit the book again in a few years and maybe again later! 


But we are enjoying the read and it is one of the current favorites along with Cat in the Hat and In the Night Kitchen! Oh..and will post another post about one more lovely book called You Can’t Take a Balloon into the Metropolitan Museum


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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