As an adult, it just breaks your heart gently while reminding you what you’ve forgotten. It’s short, simple on the surface, but it’s packed with truth — about love, loneliness, growing up, and how adults often miss what really matters.
There’s something disarming about how Saint-Exupéry writes. It feels like a conversation with your younger self — or maybe the self you were before the world got loud. The fox, the rose, the baobabs — every part of it sticks with you, quietly.
Honestly, it’s not just a favorite — it’s the kind of book that lives in your mind and shows up when you need it most. Doesn’t matter how much philosophy or “serious” literature you’ve read — The Little Prince just says more with fewer words.