In The Night Kitchen

"In The Night Kitchen"
by Maurice Sendak

Character: Mickey the little boy

Plot: Episodic plot, the story recounts many little event that happened in Mickey's dream (If only he is dreaming)

Theme: Children's imagination, the world created by children that adult cannot understand.

At first, I can say that the book smells good (I like book's smell, I am might be a freak ya)
I choose this book because I saw the word "Kitchen", anything related to food attracts me actually.

First of all I can't really tell if it was a dream or not. Because at the beginning I don't know if he woke up in the middle or the night or he was just trying to sleep.

Mickey made a plane of of cake's dough, and plunged in a big bottle of milk
That sound surreal but that little boy did it.
On the top of that, he was naked all along the story
and to tell the truth I would feel embarrassed if I was a kid.

The colors are really warm, it reminds me of the night.
The starry sky confirmed my doubts as well.

In the end, they say "And that's why, thanks to Mickey, we have cake every morning"
Well thank Mickey but I don't eat cake in the morning (laughs).



Books are interesting, when I read that story, It reminded me of my childhood.
as a kid I really liked reading books, especially picture books.
I thought it was really fun of having images and colors.

As these kind of books were generally aimed for children
I didn't open a "picture book" since this semester.

I kind of feel nostalgic, and sometimes I wished I can be a kid again,
that I can enjoy the feeling of discovering a book.
However, that part of kid didn't totally die within me.

I still enjoy reading it, I feel like a big kid in a world of adults.
Picture books are not only for kids after all.

Maybe reading books when I was little, developed in me a love for reading.
I like reading, I would rather spend my time reading than squandering time over social media.

I find comfort in books
I feel lost in those black lines, it feels like they are possessing my thoughts and my mind.

I see a story behind those lines, I see a new different world.
As an introverted I enjoy reading.
Books are like friends, it's like they are talking to you, they are telling you something.

I guess I can compare books to friends.
We choose what we read like we choose which whom we decide to spend time with.
I would stay away from toxic friends, negative friends
like I would stay away from books I judge useless to me.

I would enjoy reading books that lift me up, that teach me something meaningful.
Books are like friends, they teach you new words, new vocabulary, they broad your horizon and they make you think about the essence of life and the border of the imagination and the creativity.

Books don't have any border, creativity can't be stopped, imagination is unlimited.

Ps: I also have real friends if you are wondering