you sometimes wonder how you got your peculiar sense of humour or love of whimsy and the silly and visual.

, sometimes though, just sometimes, you know. Thank you, Mr Maurice Sendak.

it is utterly gorgeous and I used to love reading it out loud to the children.

I had it read to me and I borrow it over and over from the library. I also read it to kids (that I cared for and nephews and nieces).

I still have this book. I lost the childhood copy, but bought it again several times as a grown-up - and kept giving it away to kids I knew.

but Max said, "No."

full of whimsy and teary happiness.

the pictures, especially Max's bedroom dissolving into jungle.

www.abc.net.au/news/2012...

shared the link, in case Plurkers walking by had not heard (the news or of him).

it's sad when atheists die 'knowing' it's all over.

it was interesting — I knew almost nothing about him.