I just read a The Little Prince (or Le Petit Prince) by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. I realize that this is a children's book, and typically a semi-formal review post like this should probably be about some three-hundred page YA fiction or something, or maybe something even more legitimate - like maybe I should be reviewing Pride and Prejudice for you - but there'll be time for that later, and maybe that's even the point. Just because this isn't some hefty novel doesn't mean the book isn't important.
This book is very important.
I actually didn't know The Little Prince existed until fairly recently, and I only read it now because rumour has it that I'll be reading it this year in French IV. (We half-assedly read the first chapter or so in the last few weeks of French III, and I was very lost, so I think having read the English translation first will help.) But now I know it exists. And now you know, too.
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Earlier this summer, during that silly Creative Writing class I took, I read Tuesdays With Morrie, which was similar to this, if a bit more straightforward in expressing its themes. It was also similar because they're both sad.
I've said this before, but I think most good books are sad. But this was also very sweet.
I think it would be nice to do an audio reading of this, so I'll look into that. In the meantime, it's 83 pages long, with large text and lots of pictures. You can easily read it in a day, so if you can get your hands on a copy, I urge you to do so. I think you'll enjoy it.
That's all.
-Allie H-S
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