I love good food. I love good books.
And in a spectacular coincidence of these two loves, there is Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. If you haven’t read it yet, complain to your parents that you suffered a deprived childhood and hotfoot it down the library – this is one of my favourite books ever, and even includes a bit about eating:Okay I agree, food is not exactly central to the story – but I read the following many years ago, and it is what prompted me to go find the book in the first place:
I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a postcard and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim, I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
– Maurice Sendak
Today would have been Maurice Sendak’s 85th Birthday. I was alerted to this fact by today’s Google Doodle designed in his honour – I was pretty bummed to discover that he passed away the day after my 30th birthday but with such an amazing book he’s in no danger of being forgotten. Happy Birthday, Wild Thing!!
PS: The movie version is also brilliant – but you are not allowed to watch it til you have read the book. That’s the rule.