At first, the idea of a novelization of a movie based on a kid's picture book sounds incredibly stupid. But "Where the Wild Things Are" by Dave Eggers might be worth a look. There's an excerpt up at the New Yorker: http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/featur … table=true with wolf-suited Max acting like a little beast. Amusing writing style, and although it adds the cliche that Max is a misunderstood kid it makes me curious to read the rest of the book.

The air! The moon!

He felt pulled as if by an outgoing tide. The air and the moon together sang a furious and wonderful song: Come with us, wolf-boy! Let us drink the blood of the earth and gargle it with great aplomb! Max tore down the street, feeling free, knowing he was part of the wind. Come, Max! Come to the water and see!