The 1963 classic, “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak, winner of the 1964 Caldecott Medal as the "Most Distinguished Picture Book of the Year was an integral part of my childhood.
(Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another and his mother called him "Wild Thing!" and he said "I'll eat you up!" and he was sent to bed without eating anything....that very night in Max's room a forest grew)
Flipping through pages of my first copy mom and dad got me when I was three had this really vivid imagery that seeped into my subconscious at an early age and has stayed close to my heart all these years. It was the best illustration book I have ever seen, better than the classics (think Peter Pan, Little red riding hood, etc.)
I wanted to take a wild leap back into my childhood but I couldn’t seem to locate my first copy so I decided to get a new one at fully booked over the weekend.