I saw it…I loved it…I ate it.

Having just completed the Daily Mail ‘how fast can you read test’,  with the outcome showing that I could demolish the Game of Throne series or Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings in almost record time… I cant help but recall something that my brother once told me and how endearing I found it.

He once told me of a letter that the author of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ sent to a young fan. My brother actually ended up writing a song about how the anecdote stayed with him.

Maurice Sendak retold the anecdote that captured my brother’s interest in interviews:

“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.”

Words are wonderful things to be played with, melded into visions, emotions and stories. And the power of the first book that stays with you, that you revisit when you are older is something to be treasured. Every time you read that book, you find another aspect that resonates with you at that current moment in time.

You savour the book, devour favourite chapters again and again…it is like favourite sweeties…you loved it so much that you ate it.

Now I am pondering which is my ‘eat it’ book…as for me, when you love a story, you can speed through it…and devour it.

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