TITLE: THE LITTLE PRINCE
AUTHOR: ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY
Pages: 91
Date: 29/12/2012
Grade: 5
Library
“Grown-ups never understand
anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and
forever explaining things to them.”
This is a story told by a man who discovered the truth quoted above as a
child and who continued to view adults as unimaginative creatures even when he
was a grown-up himself.
The narrator of this story drew a rather clever picture when he was six,
a picture that the adults around him unfortunately didn’t understand. Instead
he was advised to give up on his art and concentrate on more practical skills –
on “matters of consequence”-, because
that is what grown-ups are interested in. Years later, after he crashes his
plane in the dessert he meets with The Little Prince who has arrived on earth
after leaving his own asteroid and travelling to other planets. On his travels
the Prince met all sorts of adults preoccupied with things that appear
important to them but have no real relevance when you really think about it; a
king, a conceited man, a tippler, a business man, a lamplighter – the first
person who doesn’t appear ridiculous because he is thinking of something else
besides himself. Once the Little Prince arrives on Earth he really starts
learning lessons about friendship and about what makes certain things and
people unique, even if they look just like thousands of other things and
people:
“It is only with the heart
that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
This is a story about the innocence, wonder and honesty of children and
how we lose that when we grow up and become obsessed with hard facts. It is a
fable telling us to hang on to that innocence, to continue to look at the world
with wonder, to never stop believing in the impossible; to never stop looking
at the world through the eyes of the child we once were. This story shows us
that the things we think we need and treasure – power, money, knowledge – are
not what really matter in life. It is the things we can’t see, the things we
can only feel or believe in, that make our lives worthwhile.
“But the eyes are blind.
One must look with the heart.”
I really wish I could remember how I felt the first time I read this
book. I must have been about ten (?) at the time and that is just too long ago.
All I can say is that the title always stayed with me and that just hearing
someone mention the book would fill me a pleasant, happy feeling not just for
this book but also for my mother, who first told me to read it. And if that
isn’t a good reason to occasionally re-read this book I don’t know what is.
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