I spent all my life carefully avoiding The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and miraculously I always got around reading it or seeing any of the hundreds of movie adaptations. Okay, not all my life, to be honest, only the last nine or eight years, but certainly every day since my mother gave this "masterpiece of French literature" to me when I was a little girl.
Even then I was reluctant to read it, simply because everyone loved it and I never trusted things which were said to be oh so great, but my six- or seven-year-old self made was curious enough to try it nonetheless.
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| Oh, how I hate this guy... |
I know you will probably think I am lunatic now, but I never liked this worldwidely well-loved story and I used to avoide it like the plague, until today.
My French teacher (whom I hate because she's a horrible teacher and thinks there's nothing more important in the world than grammar) made my whole class read this children's book, but I somehow got around it again, except for some excerpts which we used as grammar exercise.
Unfortunately I am writing a huge French test on Friday and my techer came up with the great idea that it would be all about Le Petit Prince today (Two days before the test! I told you she was a bad teacher.)
So instead of curling up with A Tale of Two Cities or Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale I am now going to deal with the absurd vocabulary and brutal grammar structures of a surrealistic French children's book I already hated in German for the next two days.
When I am finished you can expect a proper review and I will try to be objective, although it will probably be angry cynical nonetheless.
