I was seven when I first read the book, The Little Prince. My mother gave it to me on my seventh birthday. I was fascinated and it became one of my favorite books.
A few years later, when I was already an adult, I picked it up again and read it. I cried.
Because then I realized how I have lost my innocence.
As a kid, it was a fairy tale to me.
As a grown-up, it was a reminder of what I have lost.
I cried at every line, at every innocent question that the little prince asked the pilot. I cried whenever he cried. He became a reflection of my little self, the one that I will always long to go back to but knows I can’t and I won’t.
I have several collections of The Little Prince, including a book that has French, English and Chinese versions in one; and a pop-up. Oh, and a doll I bought in Paris.
I read it whenever I need to be reminded of my lost self, the one who always looked at the world in wonder and not with cynicism, the one who had hope and not foreboding.
I don’t really collect other merchandise besides books because those are only for my kid self. But there are a lot of lovely products from the official La Boutique du Petit Prince.
I picked out some of the cute ones.
I love this musical box. Question: If yang is the sheep then he is the little prince?
I love this medal below because of the engraving, my favorite line in the book:
“L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux”
And finally, the moleskine.
And if like me you wonder what’s inside and what makes it special, watch this video and decide for yourself if it’s worth the buy:
I end this entry with some of my favorite lines:
“Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart…”
“But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.”
“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere, it hides a well.”
“Only children know what they are looking for.”