Some people collect coins and jewelry or firearms, but my mother collected books. She also collected Angels, but she filled a bedroom with a lifetime of books. My father built her shelves wall to wall and ceiling to floor for her books.
It took my parents two years to build their house and during that time my older brother passed away, he was eight and I was three. Since he died during the house’s construction his room was built and that room became the library. Mother died at 45 years-old when I was 24, but in her short time on earth she read thousands of books. When I was seven she bought me my first big-boy book, “The Little Prince”.
Mom gave me the book for Christmas in the middle of my second grade year. My comprehension was rookie-like and my focus and drive to digest text was weak. Thank goodness I eventually got better at reading to learn. “The Little Prince” opened plenty of doors for me and it even caused me to be a junior know-it-all. Thanks to Mom I enjoyed reading encyclopedias and other literature many of my peers did not. Of course all boys had some reading materials under the bathroom sink, I had volumes of “World Book, the 1970 edition. Looking back it is now easy for me to see I had some unique quirks and still do.
This book, “The Little Prince” is full of prose and profound perspective. The ever present narrator tells a marvelous, but winsome tale. He explains his own early years, shows the reader an interesting drawing of a gluttonous Boa Constrictor and then introduces “The Little Prince”.
The narrator, who is a marooned pilot in a far from civilization desert finds a little prince from a different planet (named B-612) and being the only two people for thousands of miles they easily become friends. Unfortunately, the prince misses his flower and yearns to go back home.
This flower is a female flower and is a brat, and that is why the prince left his very small home on his just as small planet. The flower tried to say she was sorry, but the prince was fed up and left even though deep down inside he knew he was cutting off his nose to spite his face.
The prince takes in quite a few different planets and learns that jerks are the common denominator of the Universe. For the prince, everyone he met were not bad, he learned a lot from a fox who was a good fox, and very smart. The pilot was one of the good strangers and was worthy to be a friend, but the prince has to go home anyways as the bratty flower beckoned the prince’s heart.
For some reason the prince could only get home if this poisonous snake bit him, he let the snake bite him and returned home. The pilot fixes his plane and goes home to spend six lonesome years bending anyone’s ear that would listen about the prince and what a great guy he was.
For six years the pilot waits for the Prince to come back, but he never does.
The Little Prince looks happy. When I was seven this book shaped my future, Mom was so smart.