The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry is one of the first books I’ve read. The first time I was about 9 years old and after some pages I left it: I got bored! The second time and the third time: the same! Maybe the fourth time too! I remember I thought: what is that? It’s stupid! It’s a stupid history with a stupid boy! I was just too young. All mothers do the same mistake: think that this is a book for children. I think that this is not a book for children; maybe some of them could like it for his plot, but no one of them can understand this book. Not at 10 years old. So I read this book when I was a little bit older and I loved it. It describes humans with such a simplicity! It shows how stupid humans are. And – the thing I prefer – it’s like the author knows all your defects and attributes them to his characters; so you can find a bit of yourself in all of them if you understand the metaphors.
I read it again last night (it takes just an hour, maybe two) and I think it is a discover every time!
*[…] “I am drinking” answered the drunkard lugubriously. “Why are you drinking?” the little prince asked. “In order to forget”, replied the drunkard. “To forget what?” enquired the little prince, who was already feeling sorry for him. “To forget that I am ashamed” the drunkard confessed, hanging his head. “Ashamed of what?” asked the little prince who wanted to help him. “Ashamed of drinking!” concluded the drunkard, withdrawing into total silence.*