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	<title>Comments on: Thoughts on Maurice Sendak</title>
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		<title>By: Anthony</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Anthony]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:20:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my favorite aothurs of all time   a favorite childhood memory of mine is reading In The Night Kitchen with my mom.  This post makes me want to reread the books of his that I still have including higgledy pigglety pop]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my favorite aothurs of all time   a favorite childhood memory of mine is reading In The Night Kitchen with my mom.  This post makes me want to reread the books of his that I still have including higgledy pigglety pop</p>
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		<title>By: Stephen L. Duncan</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen L. Duncan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 21:26:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE stands out in my memory as one of those books that, when I think about it, instantly brings to mind specific images of my childhood. I remember the wallpaper in the room where it sat on a bookshelf. I remember the faces of my neighborhood friends, the woods where we played, and the tall rock cliff that we leapt from, swinging on the rope tied from the tree above. 

Sendak contributed to the vividness of our imagination, I think. We played with make believe monsters of our own, or ran from them in adventures inspired by that book. I&#039;m sad to see him go.

Recently, my wife and I rented the movie version of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. Better than the movie is the making of, found in the Extras, which apparently was a very collaborative experience between Spike Jonze and Sendak. Definitely worth a rent.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE stands out in my memory as one of those books that, when I think about it, instantly brings to mind specific images of my childhood. I remember the wallpaper in the room where it sat on a bookshelf. I remember the faces of my neighborhood friends, the woods where we played, and the tall rock cliff that we leapt from, swinging on the rope tied from the tree above. </p>
<p>Sendak contributed to the vividness of our imagination, I think. We played with make believe monsters of our own, or ran from them in adventures inspired by that book. I&#8217;m sad to see him go.</p>
<p>Recently, my wife and I rented the movie version of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. Better than the movie is the making of, found in the Extras, which apparently was a very collaborative experience between Spike Jonze and Sendak. Definitely worth a rent.</p>
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