Are children's books really for children? Or are they truly written for adults under the guise of children's books so that when adults read it to a child, they will pause for a while, absorbing what they've just read?

As adults, we seek comfort in being taken care of, in knowing all will be well no matter what because somewhere we went astray or have taken so much on our plate that we can't function with that burden anymore. And as society tames one, as adults, we ache to go back to our roots, a time when all was well and we didn't care about tomorrow.
And I reckon this novella provides one with that comfort. Although, it leaves you with sad, shocking revelations towards the end.

I don't think children, brimming with innocence, will really get this book. Only someone who has known loss or lost direction in life and is aching for the innocence of childhood will truly understand it. Although, don't expect an 'aha' moment while reading it.

This book will mean different things to different individuals. One of my favourite analogies from the book was how humans were compared to baobabs. I gave a knowing snort when I read that line.

The Little Prince isn't a book for children. It's a book for adults who, every now and then, feel their existence is in vain. You will absorb what you have been looking for. But what it will surely do is make us search within and awaken the innate innocence we carry, even as adults trying to move forward against all odds.