Outside Over There by Maurice Sendak
My rating: 5/5 cats
this is the only thing my summer class was useful for: it tipped me off that this book existed. for future reference, if there are books that exist that were the source material for childhood favorite movies of mine, i need to be informed. in a timely manner. not twenty years later, that’s just humiliating. greg gave me this one years ago, so he is off the hook:
outside over there is terrifically creepy, and it may not have the purple spandex-clad david bowie that really makes labyrinth shine as a cinematic masterwork, but maybe sendak will make it up to me with where the wild things are. or maybe he will just make me cry, because every time i see that trailer, i leak. so embarrassing.
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