That very night in Max’s room a forest grew
and grew–
and grew until his ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around
I love to read this book aloud. It feels like music or magic (and I love to gnash my terrible teeth and roll my terrible eyes and show my terrible claws). Unfortunately (and hopefully coincidentally), it is one of the only books that actively bothers my oldest. But my youngest is fascinated by it, so occasionally we let the wild rumpus start.
Author: Maurice Sendak
Illustrator: Maurice Sendak