Where the Wild Things Are

Each summer when I was little, my mom would take us to do the library adventure. For a certain number of books that you read, you got a clue each time to help you solve a mystery. At the end of the adventure one summer, when I had earned my final clue, I remember they handed me a huge key with a velvet ribbon on it, and I got to go into the basement and unlock a door. Behind it was an Egyptian tomb, with gold and jewels, and all sorts of exciting stuff. It was all cardboard and spray paint, and I'm not even sure what the whole mystery was even about. But I got a t-shirt and a free book, and it filled our summers with excitement that got us to read. I still remember the way that library smelled, and how excited we were to check out books or movies. And most of all I remember the "Where the Wild Things Are" images painted huge up on the walls above the bookshelves. We loved that book. I mean loved it. I almost want to cry thinking about the six year old version of me reading that book. And now I cannot wait for this movie. Tom Hanks is producing it, so I'm hoping that it's incredible. The book is only ten sentences long, so I'm excited to see how they've made a full movie out of it. Just watch the preview. Even Julie said, "it's going to make me cry!" I totally agree.