There’s nothing like reading a classic book given by a dear friend, on a rainy Sunday, that reminds us of the simplest lessons that are somehow forgotten as we get too busy growing up. Lessons that are narrated through the kind of imagination fit for one of those Tim Burton movies.
It is about the “silly” ego, ambitions, entitlements, sorrow, greed, lies, and seriousness, that grown-ups slowly develop as they get older, which make them look foolish from the perspective of a child.
It is also about the little things in life that bring us joy, things that we cannot buy with money, things that can make time stood still. Because “it is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly”, said the fox, and “what is essential is invisible to the eye.” A truly heart warming book.