The Little Prince
I heard of this book while taking French in eighth grade. I thought nothing of it at the time, until I noticed it being quoted everywhere. It was then that it occurred to me that this was, perhaps, a book worth reading. Five days ago (four years later), while browsing Amazon, I remembered that I'd been wanting to read it; and so I found a copy. It arrived three days later. It was last night, at three in the morning when I couldn't sleep and didn't feel like running my nightly mental circuits, that I finally decided to kick it off of my "to read" list.
I don't think I've ever been affected so immediately by a book in my entire life--and I've read a lot of books. In the span of barely one hundred pages, I cried both from joy and sorrow; I laughed; I felt pity and amazement at the truth of a statement or sixteen. In less than an hour, I embarked on a little journey that took my heart, mind, and soul to places bigger than I'd ever imagined they could go.
When I was finished, I waited the tears out, went back and reread the last couple of pages, and cried some more. I'm still not sure why--though I'll be the first to admit I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to movies and literature. Nevertheless, something about it was just so... poignant. I'm pretty sure the secret to life is written all over the pages of this story.
For as long as I can remember, I've been an avid user of the phrase, "I've read way too many books to have just one favorite," and it is on December 2 of 2010 that I happily put this phrase to rest.
I have finally found the story that I will, without a doubt, carry with me for the rest of my life.
I don't think I've ever been affected so immediately by a book in my entire life--and I've read a lot of books. In the span of barely one hundred pages, I cried both from joy and sorrow; I laughed; I felt pity and amazement at the truth of a statement or sixteen. In less than an hour, I embarked on a little journey that took my heart, mind, and soul to places bigger than I'd ever imagined they could go.
When I was finished, I waited the tears out, went back and reread the last couple of pages, and cried some more. I'm still not sure why--though I'll be the first to admit I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to movies and literature. Nevertheless, something about it was just so... poignant. I'm pretty sure the secret to life is written all over the pages of this story.
For as long as I can remember, I've been an avid user of the phrase, "I've read way too many books to have just one favorite," and it is on December 2 of 2010 that I happily put this phrase to rest.
I have finally found the story that I will, without a doubt, carry with me for the rest of my life.