We'll eat you up - we love you so!
I am beyond busy today and do not have time to properly blog, but I had to make a little post because today is a sad sad day in the world of children’s literature; Maurice Sendak, author of the amazing ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ has passed away, aged 83.
I had no idea.
I was browsing Facebook this afternoon and spotted my pal Jen’s update, ‘but the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go”’ I recognised it immediately and quickly typed out a reply in the form of the next line of the story, smiled to myself and moved on. Jen text me a few moments later telling me of Sendak’s passing and wow, so sad. 83 is a ripe old age, of course it is, but it’s a pretty ineffective consolation, as I realised when I used it upon myself when my Grandpa died last month. Sendak, no matter how old he was, will be very sorely missed. The thing we have to remember of course is that he left a legacy that, as long as there are children who love stories and grown-ups who love to read to them, will live on forever.
I don’t know many people who aren’t familiar with Sendak’s most famous work, ‘Where The Wild Things Are,’ and I don’t think I’m speaking out of turn by suggesting it’s a picture book favourite of most people, it is certainly one of mine and Twitter is alight today with people talking about Sendak and about Wild Things; about their memories of it; about their love for it; posting links to articles where Sendak has talked about his work and his inspirations and you only have to read a few of these to see why he was considered one of the most important children’s writers of the 20th Century.
Where The Wild Things Are will surely be read at bedtimes across the globe tonight, as it should be.