The Little Prince Review (The Book It Took Kit Forever To Read)

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  Hey guys! So today, I'm here to talk about a book! It's a classic story from 1943, written by French author,  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. *deep breath* Whoo. That's a mouthful. Anyway, I never had any intention of reading this book, but my mom is a huge fan and she urged me on, never really getting anywhere until it appeared on my summer reading list. So, I read it. Reluctantly. But I read it!
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         And I actually enjoyed it! To be completely honest, it took me super long to get through it because of the fact that it was a very deep book and my small mind had to take breaks to absorb it all. But I did enjoy it once all was said and done. Now, for some pros and cons!
Pros


  • It talked about adults vs. kids, and imagination, and vaguely had a Peter Pan vibe which was SPLENDID. Kind of the whole...adults forget what being a kid is like sort of gist.
  • The main characters were just so funny. The Little Prince is constantly telling stories, and The Pilot has absolutely no time for this in the beginning. It was adorable.
  • It had talking animals. And flowers. Need I say more.


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  • It taught moral lessons through hilarious little scenes.
  • It ALMOST made me cry. 
  • But I am extremely sensitive
  • Judge as you wish.

Cons

  • It was a little....confusing at times, for me? I felt like the book was so metaphorical, it needed a little bit of straight forwardness to balance it out. But it could be just me.
  • To me, it felt like the ending left a couple of loose ends hanging out. I personally like my stories to finish up all neatly and tied up with a little bow.


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A puppy in it would be great too.
  • Names. I would like names. The Pilot, The Vain Man, The King....to vague for me. I need names, good sir!

                 That about wraps up my thoughts on the book! Don't take them all too much to heart, they're simply my thoughts. Maybe you'll think differently! I encourage you to read it, whatever you take from this review! Till next time!
               -Kit💝


                                                   Wdut?
        Have you read this book before? What were your thoughts? Are talking animals/flowers as important to you as to me? Should all presents have puppies in them?

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