Review 77: Where The Wild Things Are (Maurice Sendak)

The first children's book that was ever read to me (in first grade). It was my favorite then; it is my favorite today. It occurs to me now, in adulthood, that being wild is part of being a boy. One of the best parts. I think that is the real meaning of this story. It makes me think -- why have we tried to tame boys so much in the 21st century?