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    <body><![CDATA[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 href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/8629006">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[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 the...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4633309">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[ <em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child &amp; a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild  rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief &amp; gets sent to bed without supper. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's color illustrations, perhaps his finest, are beautiful. Each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder.<br/> The wild things--with mismatched parts &amp; giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on  sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which  floats between the land of dreams &amp; a child's imagination.<br/> This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times, &amp; even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Of all the books I read my kids, and there are many, this is my favourite to perform.<br/><br/>It is so easy to turn <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19543.Where_the_Wild_Things_Are" title="Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak">Where the Wild Things Are</a> into a a big, rollicking tickle fest, and I am never able to resist the urge. When those Wild Things show up with their &quot;terrible roars&quot; and &quot;...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/18671619">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed  equally by a child and a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild  rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief and gets sent to bed without supper.  Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's  colour illustrations (perhaps his finest) are beautiful, and each turn of the page brings the discovery of a  new wonder.  <p> The wild things--with their mismatched parts and giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking  without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on  sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which  floats between the land of dreams and a child's imagination.  <p> This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times,  and even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home. </p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Another 5 star!  Man, I'm getting generous.  You guys just keep bringing up stories that KICK TRASH!  This is the greatest children's book in the history of time as far as I'm concerned.    And I'll tell you something WICKED AWESOME about it that I figured out when I researched it for a play adaptat...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/24032946">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[ <em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child &amp; a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild  rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief &amp; gets sent to bed without supper. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's color illustrations, perhaps his finest, are beautiful. Each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder.<br/> The wild things--with mismatched parts &amp; giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on  sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which  floats between the land of dreams &amp; a child's imagination.<br/> This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times, &amp; even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[The classic. I would take this on a desert island. So much to explore and interpret in the words and the pictures. I'm afraid my girls don't like the book as much as I do. But sooner or later, they'll come around.<br/><br/>I see quite a few people complaining about Max being a little shit and not ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/15545077">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[ <em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child &amp; a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild  rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief &amp; gets sent to bed without supper. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's color illustrations, perhaps his finest, are beautiful. Each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder.<br/> The wild things--with mismatched parts &amp; giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on  sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which  floats between the land of dreams &amp; a child's imagination.<br/> This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times, &amp; even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I didn't want to add any children's books - but this one was just too cool...<br/><br/>Update: Saw the movie - the book was much better!]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[ <em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> is one of those truly rare books that can be enjoyed equally by a child &amp; a grown-up. If you disagree, then it's been too long since you've attended a wild  rumpus. Max dons his wolf suit in pursuit of some mischief &amp; gets sent to bed without supper. Fortuitously, a forest grows in his room, allowing his wild rampage to continue unimpaired. Sendak's color illustrations, perhaps his finest, are beautiful. Each turn of the page brings the discovery of a new wonder.<br/> The wild things--with mismatched parts &amp; giant eyes--manage somehow to be scary-looking without ever really being scary; at times they're downright hilarious. Sendak's defiantly run-on  sentences--one of his trademarks--lend the perfect touch of stream of consciousness to the tale, which  floats between the land of dreams &amp; a child's imagination.<br/> This Sendak classic is more fun than you've ever had in a wolf's suit, giggle-stiflingly funny at times, &amp; even manages to reaffirm the notion that there's no place like home.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is a definite children's classic. In a little more than three hundred words, Maurice Sendak creates an imaginatively original world and illustrates the beauty of a child's vivid imagination. <br/><br/>The story is about a little boy named Max. Like every little boy and girl, Max is precocious...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/79267557">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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