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aj_agl06 's review for:
The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“Would you have the kindness to think of me?”
— The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
There are books that stay with you. And then, there are books that grow with you. For me, The Little Prince has been both, a gentle companion and a mirror to the soul. I first read it when I was seven, and ever since, it’s become a ritual of sorts: once a year, I return to its pages. And every single time, it feels like I’m reading it for the first time.
This year, I felt a deep and unexpected connection to the narrator, the pilot. His quiet loneliness, his yearning for understanding, and his deep respect for the invisible things in life touched me profoundly. I saw in him not only the storyteller but the lost adult so many of us become without realizing it. It reminded me how vital it is to keep that part of ourselves, the child who sees with the heart, alive.
Each reading of The Little Prince is like peeling back a new layer of meaning. What once made me smile now makes me cry. What once seemed like fantasy now feels like truth. The story grows sadder, yes, but also more beautiful. As life becomes more complex, Saint-Exupéry’s words feel simpler, and yet, they cut deeper.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry crafted a masterpiece that transcends time, age, and genre. His writing is deceptively simple, yet profoundly poetic. He speaks of love, loss, friendship, and responsibility with the softest of voices, the kind that echoes long after you’ve turned the last page.
The Little Prince is not just my favorite book; it is part of who I am. It reminds me to love gently, to look beyond appearances, and above all, to never stop asking the essential questions. I hope I will keep reading it for many years to come, and that each year, it continues to change, just as I do.
Because, after all… what is essential is invisible to the eye.
— The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
There are books that stay with you. And then, there are books that grow with you. For me, The Little Prince has been both, a gentle companion and a mirror to the soul. I first read it when I was seven, and ever since, it’s become a ritual of sorts: once a year, I return to its pages. And every single time, it feels like I’m reading it for the first time.
This year, I felt a deep and unexpected connection to the narrator, the pilot. His quiet loneliness, his yearning for understanding, and his deep respect for the invisible things in life touched me profoundly. I saw in him not only the storyteller but the lost adult so many of us become without realizing it. It reminded me how vital it is to keep that part of ourselves, the child who sees with the heart, alive.
Each reading of The Little Prince is like peeling back a new layer of meaning. What once made me smile now makes me cry. What once seemed like fantasy now feels like truth. The story grows sadder, yes, but also more beautiful. As life becomes more complex, Saint-Exupéry’s words feel simpler, and yet, they cut deeper.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry crafted a masterpiece that transcends time, age, and genre. His writing is deceptively simple, yet profoundly poetic. He speaks of love, loss, friendship, and responsibility with the softest of voices, the kind that echoes long after you’ve turned the last page.
The Little Prince is not just my favorite book; it is part of who I am. It reminds me to love gently, to look beyond appearances, and above all, to never stop asking the essential questions. I hope I will keep reading it for many years to come, and that each year, it continues to change, just as I do.
Because, after all… what is essential is invisible to the eye.