Blurb from Goodreads
Moral allegory and spiritual autobiography, The Little Prince is the most translated book in the French language.
With a timeless charm it tells the story of a little boy who leaves the safety of his own tiny planet to travel the universe, learning the vagaries of adult behaviour through a series of extraordinary encounters.
His personal odyssey culminates in a voyage to Earth and further adventures.
The Little Prince is a children’s story… And children’s stories are so often dismissed as somehow less than. But this was utterly beautiful to read.
Part deeply philosophical, part a treat of existentialism… I don’t honestly know how to review it.
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
It’s a book that forces you to think about what is truly valuable, what it is that gives us reason, hope… And how unique is interpreted in the eye of the beholder.
But mostly it’s a book about innocence. About seeing the world through the eyes of a child. About understanding what is truly important. About slowing down and remembering to just be.
I wonder what I would have thought of this had I read it as a child. I feel quite sad that I didn’t. As if some part of my soul missed out on the secrets of this book. Because it has this wonderful quality that speaks directly to children; it doesn’t truly concern itself with plot but instead speaks to that inherent knowledge that you have as a child…that adults are truly dull and have forgotten just how to be in this world. And that is something that I am sure will delight youthful readers of this. To know that they are the wise ones.
And as for adult me reading this for the first time… I am left with a longing for my youth. A longing for those days when I wasn’t concerned with adult affairs. But this book brought me back. It brought me back to a time where I just lived in the here and now and I am ever so grateful to have gotten lost within its pages.
An absolute delight.