As a young girl, I remember reading Aesop's fables, The Hobbit, Grimm's Fairy Tales, -even Enid Blyton's Famous Five, but one of my earliest memories of books came in the form of the iconic story, - 'Where the Wild Things Are' by Maurice Sendak. The tale of the little boy who went to bed one night and found himself in the land of the 'Wild Things', - it's wonderful illustrations have always remained, deep-rooted in the grey matter. As a child, who didn't check until their bed before sleeping or hide under covers from the unknown monsters who lurked in wardrobes? Actually, as an adult, I still do. And, how I wished I had that four poster bed in my room!
I was sad to hear the news of the passing of Maurice Sendak this week. Ironically, or not, just a few days earlier, I'd stumbled across this little video which I suspect Mr Sendak may have found amusing himself, it's 'Where The Wild Things Are' - as read by Christopher Walker, whom I think is a demi-god himself. Beware, though -it's a little sweary so if you have delicate ears, and are easily offended by the F and B words... don't click on play. Wait, I said, don't... Oh well. *deep sigh* I knew you were all wild things at heart.
Video via youtube
A/N: We have lost a few creative geniuses in the past week, MCA from Beastie Boys, Maurice Sendak and Vidal Sassoon, - all contributing their own special brand of artistic flavour into our lives. I like to think of them hanging out on the wild side now, sharing some amazing banter.
Happy writing, reviewing, editing to you all! This weekend, I have been drafted into an overnight camping trip. I'll either be frolicking on the beach or traipsing through muddy fields in the north east of England. JOY doesn't cover it. Wish me luck! - T xox