The Little Prince by Antione de Saint-Exupery
This children’s book is about a boy who lived on a small planet all alone. He leaves his home planet, travels to a few others, then visits Earth, where he meets a pilot on a desert island. There are fantastical illustrations. It’s a sweet rendering of a child’s wide-eyed curiosity. At times it was almost too sweet for me, veering into the saccharine and sentimental, especially at the end. It romanticized the point of view of a child, a perspective that views all adult pursuits as strange and nonsensical. Adult characters are criticized for being materialistic, greedy, authoritarian, or not giving the child enough attention. Sometimes these critiques seemed very apt to me, and other times the book seemed naïve to side with the child protagonist’s view of reality.
I think I know many people who love this book and list it as an all-time favorite. I can see how it would appeal to a young reader who feels misunderstood by adults in her life, but understood by the little prince. Such a feeling generates huge affection for a book, and that can stick with a person. If that’s you, and you still read this book the way you did as a child, I don’t blame you one bit.