“One sees clearly only with the heart. That which is essential is invisible to the eyes.”
I spent my entire childhood reading like a maniac. I used to read in the car, at dinner, while walking the dog (running headlong into telephone poles was an occupational hazard).
So it follows that, despite weekly trips to the library, I never had enough stuff to read. It often got to point where, if there was nothing else handy, I’d finish a book and then just start it right over. Sometimes I’d get so desperate that I’d rifle through the adult end of the family bookshelves, which is how I acquainted myself with most of the contents of Lady Chatterley’s Lover at the tender age of 8. (Saucy!)
All this is to say that it make NO GODDAMN SENSE that I wasn’t introduced to the amazingness that is the Little Prince until my junior year French class. I honestly believe that this book should be a mandatory read for all children—all people, anywhere. But at least I got to it eventually. And I’ve decided that it’s kind of cool I got to read it for the first time in the original French; even though my comprehension wasn’t so great (now it’s nonexistent, sadface), it was still a wonderful way to read a truly glorious book.
If you live under a rock like I once did, you must go read this. If you can read it in French, even better! (jealz) I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll just say that this book is the MEANING OF LIFE. For serious. Go.