I bought Where The Wild Things Are at a scholastic book fair in 2nd grade for my little brother. He was four years younger and my little buddy. I couldn’t wait to get home and read it to him. If I played hot wheels with him first, he’d let me read to him for as long as I wanted.
I used to save cookies and fruit from the cafeteria lunches for my little brother, wrapped in a napkin, stuck down in my lint filled pockets. I missed him so much when I had to go to school and leave him – he was and still is one of my favorite people in the world.
I had no idea of the magic that was hiding in those pages. I bet I read it to him over a hundred times, had the words memorized so he could hold the book and turn the pages. He was Max all the way.
I felt every word when I read, “I’ll eat you up I love you so.”
I still do.