I was waiting for a ride outside of a bookstore. It must have been sometime in May or June because the store windows were filled with books for Mom or Dad. Specifically, one window was full of books for Mom, and one window was full of books for Dad.
Oh, this should be good.
Here are the [...]

I don’t remember the book Where The Wild Things Are from my childhood, but I worked for 11 years as a nanny and came to know it quite well. At first, it made no sense to me. I would read it aloud to children but wouldn’t get any meaning from it. Then I heard a line of the book spoken by Leo Starwind in the middle of a song of his. Starwind spoke the line in a very particular, distinct, dramatic voice. I went home and read the story aloud in this voice, and instantly my love, understanding, and connection to the tale clicked into place.

That may be a strange story of coming to love a children’s book, but it is a strange book indeed, and the movie blows it up into the reality-sized strangeness of the emotional landscape that is real life. The movie Where The Wild Things Are takes the barest hints into the mind of Max offered up in the book and fiercely and fearlessly expands on those clues into a dark and dirty, uncomfortably formidable movie.

Joshua picked up because he’s interested in having chickens right away on our homestead. While chickens will not be my main focus, I wanted to have an overview of the topic and so I read this book, too.