This is Maurice Sendak at his most uninhibited. If you can get past the fact that the main character is a naked toddler (it’s 1970s artistic naturalism, not a big deal), it’s a rhythmic, visual feast. It feels like a fever dream in a bakery.

Modern kids might find the 1930s-style comic book aesthetic a bit dated, but the 'Milk in the batter!' chant is an all-time classic. It’s short, punchy, and far more interesting than your average 'safe' picture book because it actually respects a child's capacity for the surreal.