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    <![CDATA[Where the Wild Things Are]]>
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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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