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Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.

TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE PERSON NEXT TO ME ON THE TRAIN IS READING

When Someone Says, “You Shouldn’t Read YA, You’re an Adult.”

meimeimeeee:

finishing a series but still being attached to the story and its characters