I have read this book a thousand times. I think I might have gifted it to beloved children at least as many. It captured all of the darkness and fear only children – and adults in those precious moments when they most truly remember their childhood – understand. It took all our wishes and turned them on their heads. I never remember thinking the images were bizarre…they seemed perfectly familiar as far back as I can recall, and maybe that was because Mr. Sendak saw right into the minds of children everywhere. Incidentally, the movie was as close to perfect as it could have been. I don’t know a whole lot more about Maurice Sendak, but I know he was vehemently opposed to lying to children and has been quoted as having said so. Hearing of his death brought tears to my eyes, because that is, to me, the most important honesty there is. I have bought this book many times and will buy it many times still, but I will do so now knowing its wonderful creator is gone. Goodbye to yet another childhood hero. Nothing gold can stay.