I'd been planning to do quite a different post on Maurice Sendak, on some of his lesser known books, but I'll do that another time. Where the Wild Things are is such a rare achievement, timeless, it's incredible. I imagine all the homes it is in.
(The endpapers — perfect.)
In the Night Kitchen, completely captured me. The idea of being wrapped up in warm dough (then the dough dries) and diving into cold milk and swimming free; the beautiful colours, the type:
It captures that feeling of waking up too early and falling back asleep. Also, look at the curtains!