There’s a song by the English comedian stroke musician Mitch Benn titled The Hardest Song In The World To Find. Of the song in question there is only one copy left, and that’s stuffed in the wrong sleeve in a second hand record shop on Camden High Street. Although my interest in obscure music records is nil, I can fully sympathise with Mitch Benn’s sentiments because there’s a book that I couldn’t track down, not in thirty years.
Today I want to write about a French book; I want to hold up the humanity of a French writer, who fought and died for the freedom of France in 1944, against the mindless hatred of those who committed the terrorist attacks in Paris last Friday. I want to talk about a book for children that should be read by adults: a book about human nature, of love and friendship and, inevitably – given the author – the Sahara. I want to talk about The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
- Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
- The Treasure of Silver Lake by Karl May
- The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas
- Lassie Come Home by Eric Knight
- Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome
- Lottie and Lisa by Erich Kästner
- Tizenkét halálos perc (Twelve Deadly Minutes) by Jenő Szentiványi
- The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper
- In Desert and Wilderness by Henryk Sienkiewicz
- The Children of Captain Grant by Jules Verne