“It is a constant miracle to me that children manage to grow up,” Maurice Sendak once said, citing the unseen and inchoate dangers that well up from within—anxiety, pain, fear, anger, boredom, even love—that make kids’ emotional survival such a prodigious feat. It is the slightly spooky magic of Sendak’s picture books to depict the shifting weather of these states, and in no volume is his sorcery more spellbinding than in Where the Wild Things Are.
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