A review by jenkepesh
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

It’s probably been nearly 20 years since I read this book. It’s one I had practically memorized when I was young, thinking its power would never leave me. But over-familiarity lessened some of its charms. Today, my heart aching over the loss of someone whose laugh I will never hear again, I was reminded of the stars as laughter, as bells, and I pulled out my doubly-well-loved copy, a book that had belonged to my grandparents. I read of the fox, explaining how to tame him, and his sorrow when the prince was leaving. I read of the prince,realizing his own Rose was unique because it had tamed him. I read of the well’s song—I’d forgotten it. I read of the laughing stars, and the crying ones. Today, it was morning glories for me, smiling through tears. A book that still helps a sore heart.