A pilot has crashed his plane in the desert. While striving to repair it, he meets a young boy from a asteroid-star planet. The little prince’s planet has 44 sunsets a day, and the little prince is full of ideals and love. He shares his story with the pilot.
The bottom line was, I think, that adults don’t make the right priorities. I guess I also don’t make the right priorities: while I wanted to like this story of random childhood weirdness, I didn’t.
I read The Little Prince in English, but I imagine it’s a good starting point for scholars of the French language because it’s not too intimidating and the language is repetitive and easy. If I ever learn French, I’ll revisit it.
For now, however, I don’t consider it the classic, life-changing book I’ve heard it suggested that it is. What do you think?