The Little Prince, or Le Petit Prince.
So last night, I did exactly what I said I was going to do and reread The Little Prince (alas, not in French, for I am not as cool as Sonika, but it is the copy that I bought while in France if that makes it better). And maybe I’m off here, but I’m thinking that whenever people are tempted to reach for The Alchemist, they should grab The Little Prince instead.
The Little Prince has just as many life lessons, isn’t patronizing, and has better illustrations than The Alchemist. The illustrations are so good in fact that I once knew of a person who got stars in the same style tattooed on her shoulder. Rock.
Best lesson: be careful which of the grown-ups in this book you turn into, or better yet, try not to turn into any of them.