Max didn't really fit in his environment, at least not the part of it Maurice Sendak shows us in Where the Wild Things Are. But rather than staying shut up in his room, Max created his own opportunities and ventured forth to a place more exciting and suited to his frame of mind.
Like Max, I've decided to expand my room, to turn my walls into the world and go explore it. Hopefully I'll find some wild things to rumpus with, perhaps I'll sail in and out of weeks, but there will be adventures!
And fortunately, I get to bring along my someone who loves me best of all.
I chose Where the Wild Things Are as the inspiration and overall look of this blog as a tribute of sorts, to the realm of children's books, and Sendak himself.
I've never fallen out of love with picture books. From the experience of having King Bidgood's In the Bathtub read to me at the hospital by my mother as I got ten stitches in my scalp, to the inspirational The Story of Jumping Mouse by John Steptoe, shared with me by my aunt while I was trying to find myself in High School. Even now I love browsing the children's section of the library when I visit a new place, just pulling some books and sitting quietly while I appreciate new works that have been created in recent years.
And Sendak as a creator was completely unique. He valued the children's responses more than adult critics, and even more than that valued his own inner child. He created for himself, and lived for himself, and didn't mind if others wanted to participate. That's essentially what I'm doing here. I'm creating for myself, and am happy to have you join me.