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A review by nataliealane
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
5.0
I expected the ending of the book. I could just FEEL what was going to happen next, and as the end of the book drew near, I simply couldn't handle it. I put the book down. I didn't want to finish it. I haven't DNF'd books very much, and certainly not for the same reasons as I had for "The Little Prince." I knew I would cry, and I simply couldn't carry on with that knowledge. I, for one, am not a super-emotional reader and have not cried over very many books("The Book Thief" and "Gone with the Wind" are the first that come to mind as books I have shed tears over). And that night, my roommate wouldn't let me go to bed until I finished it. So I did, and it was so incredibly painful. I had procrastinated against finishing the book too long for me to actually cry, but it created a deep well of sadness and nostalgia in my heart. I pitched the book across the room(which I have NEVER been compelled to do before), accidentally beaning my roommate in the head(oops). Not knowing of the Little Prince's last conversation with the narrator, she tried to make me feel better by taking me outside to look at the full moon and the stars. The crickets' chirping sounded like tinkling bells....
While "The Little Prince" appears to be a children's book, many children will only see a delightful story of a little prince trying to get back home. In reality, with all its figurative language, it is a book for adults. That fact that I, at 18, am barely an adult, just barely not-a-child by the world's standards, experienced such a wide range of very deep emotions and many insights while reading this small chapter book proves how much power "The Little Prince" has. The pictures were delightful, and at first every single word filled me with joy(I had a rough day before starting the book, mistakenly thinking at the time that a "children's book" would cheer me up). But as the book went on, I began to reflect more deeply on it. It wasn't just a cute little book with cute little drawings and a heartwarming story. It wasn't a bedtime story. It reflected reality.
This is an amazing book. Go read it. Don't procrastinate, and bring a box of Kleenex with you.
While "The Little Prince" appears to be a children's book, many children will only see a delightful story of a little prince trying to get back home. In reality, with all its figurative language, it is a book for adults. That fact that I, at 18, am barely an adult, just barely not-a-child by the world's standards, experienced such a wide range of very deep emotions and many insights while reading this small chapter book proves how much power "The Little Prince" has. The pictures were delightful, and at first every single word filled me with joy(I had a rough day before starting the book, mistakenly thinking at the time that a "children's book" would cheer me up). But as the book went on, I began to reflect more deeply on it. It wasn't just a cute little book with cute little drawings and a heartwarming story. It wasn't a bedtime story. It reflected reality.
This is an amazing book. Go read it. Don't procrastinate, and bring a box of Kleenex with you.