The Little Prince

I don't know how to begin to describe The Little Prince. In some ways it is like reviewing love itself. While many books have touched me emotionally, this short children's story has gone farther and deeper than any other. Everything about it is perfection: sweet, sad, flawed perfection. It is a tale of tears. It is about loving so much that you would embrace pain, even death, for the beloved, of loving sorrow because it comes from the beloved. It is about allowing yourself to be tamed even if it hurts.
Love is a goal in and of itself, a goal that the Little Prince learns to embrace at great cost to himself, but it is not the pure, perfect little one who I love most, nor the hardened but softening adult narrator. My true soul mate is the Fox who invites the Prince, pleads for the Prince, to tame him, to make him his own even though it brings tears and heartbreak. Oh! To love like that! That is the joy and sorrow of human existence, the gift of life. This book is perfection.

It's a good story book for adults. I have had it at my home, and now I live alone and I would like to keep one closed to me when I think of it.

If I was stranded on a desert island and could only take one book with me, it would be this one. It does not matter how many times I read this book over the years, every time I pick it up, it is as if I was reading it for the first time. I realize something new and profound with every reading.

This little book is so compact with depth of meaning and wisdom, it is truly as timeless as wisdom itself. If you know of any child, please get them a copy of this book. It is one of those magical tales that is destined to become a lifelong favorite for them.

No wonder it is actor James Dean's favorite book.... and I'm not one to argue with James Dean.

Will be using it along with the Little Prince mug,bowl, and dish as a baby shower set. Thank you MB

This translation removes so much of what makes "The Little Prince" such a lovely story. Read the Katherine Woods translation if you can find it. She manages to keep the poetry and the French construction in a way which makes the story much more dear.

For example, from the first page - "I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle." is hers, vs. "In those days I thought a lot about jungle adventures..." from Howard.