Where The Wild Things Are


I cannot wait for October.
This preview is even better than the first.

Let’s hope it doesn’t disappoint.

Why do I love this book so much?
I was talking to Mar the other day about one of my happiest childhood memories.
It was the day I got my bunk beds.
We lived in a tiny apartment, but I got me some awesome bunk beds.
All wood, red and blue bed spreads if I remember correctly, and utterly huge in my young eyes.
I will never forget reading this book in my little private space the bunk beds created, pretending that I had sailed away on a boat and became king.
Where The Wild Things Are.
A book that ignited my imagination……
Where the Wild Things Are

There is one inside all of us.

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