Let the Wild Rumpus Start

I am not sure what made me think of this book this evening. But I'm glad I did. A few months ago Rachael indulged my childishness and went to the movies with me to see Spike Jonze' adaptation of "Where the Wild Things Are". It was pretty neat on the IMAX screen, but I am not sure how well the book translated onto film.

And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws. Till Max said "Be still!" and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellows eyes without blinking once. And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him King of All Wild Things.

I'm not going to lie, there are days when I wish that I had an island of Wild Things to escape to.