Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak is one of our favourite books to read at bedtime in the Vicarage. My mum read it to me when I was young and our children enjoy it just as much as I did. Recently the Joker came home from school and recited the whole story off by heart, complete with actions.
We thought it was wonderful, and thought you might enjoy it too. I especially love the way his accent wavers between London and the Black Country.
Of course, there are no wild things or rumpuses in the Vicarage. Ever. Honest.