May 09, 2012

I remember the first time I saw a
Maurice Sendak book. It was In The
Night Kitchen. I was eleven or twelve, and
had been given a small allowance by my
parents to buy my littlest sister, who did
not read, books, if I would read them to
her. I loved books and reading
aloud. In The Night Kitchen was
liberating, transgressive, and a dream
come to life: I understood the nakedness,
could...     [more]