We need a place where people don’t have three mouths, where the sun can’t die on you and a mountain can’t just fall on you. I want to make a place where only the things you want to happen happen.
Would I have been less inclined to read The Wild Things by Dave Eggers were it not covered in fur? Yes. But as it is covered in fur, and as I am already a supporter of Eggers’ work I sprung for the (literally) warm, fun novel. Adapted from Where the Wild Things Are by Sendak and based on the screenplay by Spike Jonze, Eggers takes on another retelling of the classic tale.
Guess what I’m doing tonight?
And to make it a triple media threat: this is on repeat