Sendak’s WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE came out in 1963 or 1964.
The thematic follow-up, IN THE NIGHT KITCHEN (famous for little Mickey’s penis, the first depicted in children’s picture lit), arrived in 1970.
The third in the trilogy, OUTSIDE OVER THERE (1983), is usually not considered as good as the first two. It’s about a little girl who rescues her baby sibling from being swapped for a changeling.
I loved to read and be read to as a kid… i was over the moon when i received Jules Verne’s ‘Journey to the Centre of the Earth’ from my brother. Unfortunately, half way through the book my brother and I seriously fell out and took back our christmas presents to each other. I’ve still not finished the book…i’m 27 now…
Bowen and I read constantly. Having the luxury of being a stay-home mom, I read whenever he brings a book to me, and we generally read three or four short books at bedtime.
The most wonderful thing is when I walk in on him “reading” to himself. More often than not, the book is upside down, but he’s holding it upright, turning the pages and just gibbering away… it’s super cute.
My support of early reading has been enforced by my friend Robin and my aunt Sandy. The each have a seven-year-old son. Robin read to Aubrey as often as I read to Bowen. He knew the alphabet by the time he was three, could spell his name and a few other words before he went to kindergarten and is now in second grade reading chapter books. My cousin, Cody, on the other hand, was very rarely read to. He learned the alphabet and how to spell his name IN kindergarten, and still, in second grade, has a lot of trouble reading.
I’m not sure how much their behavior has to do with reading, but Aubrey is also much more communicative and better behaved than Cody.
To say the least, I’m very relieved that Bowen is interested in books.
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We fell into this discussion today. A friend at work needed a kennel for the weekend. They’re all full because the kids around here are on “fall break” and are out of town. Fall break?!? We were lucky if we got a half day at the end of the semester. Too many days off and too many friggin soccer practice.
I’ll be there
Where I’ll teach what I’ve been taught
And I’ve been taught…
Oh this thread is bringing back so many delicious memories! Cricket! Encyclopedia Brown! Trixie Belden! (The greatest thing about Trixie was that there were so damn many of those books, I vowed to read them ALL one summer and loved every minute of trying!) One of the saddest things that ever happened to me was when I was working at FAO Schwarz and a woman came up to me with “Where the Wild Things Are” and asked “Is this a good book?” I was distraught that #1 She had apparently never heard of it, and #2 she couldn’t TELL it was a wonderful book just by flipping through it! Do you remember the first thing you read by yourselves? I do! I remember waking up hours before my parents one day (how did it come to be that I can hardly drag myself out of bed these days?) and pulled a book off my shelf, knowing that to make noise before the parents were up was risking the “wrath of Mom.” I believe it was called “Pat the Chicken” (not to be confused with “Pat the Bunny”, which is about patting a piece of fluff, not an animal named “Pat.”) I was intending to just look at the pictures until someone was awake to read it to me, and was so excited that I could actually make out words and sentences. I couldn’t stand it any longer and actually woke up my mom so she could confirm that I was seeing what was actually on the page. Lol!
And Wally, if no one has told you yet…“You’re” is “You are” and “your” is everything else. Try to think of the “you” and “re” as being seperate words in “you’re” (or that the apostrophe is a substitute for the “a” – “you(a)re”) and that makes it easy to check in a sentence. For example, if you want to write “that’s your problem.” See if it makes sense by saying “that’s you are problem.” It doesn’t, so it’s “your.” (I hope I didn’t just make it more confusing!)