When everyone hears his name they immediately associate it with his book Where the Wild Things Are. Oddly, this is not my first thought. I don't remember reading that book until my sister was born, although I'm pretty sure someone in my family read it to me. I do remember looking through her book The Art of Maurice Sendak. It was, and still is, my favorite book to look through. These were my favorite pages to look at:
When I was in middle school, my grandma bought me his book, Dear Mili. I loved his illustrations, but I admit I didn't appreciate the story. It wasn't until a few years ago, when my grandma passed away that I went back and read it. I cried, partly, because I love my grandma so much, but partly because the story was so beautiful.
This is my favorite illustration from the book.
A little something to watch.
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