I’ve always said the best books find you. [as opposed to the other way around].
Well, I haven’t always said that, but I’ve thought it for a long time. And, I have told my students this Robertsonism (both this year’s batch and last year’s).
(As an aside: I’d suppose the same is probably true about movies, and lots of other things.)
Yesterday a book found me via My Secret Valentine [at school]. It was The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery.
The book had almost found me once before when Allan quoted the story, as it is written–in French, before I went to Montreal.
I read it in one gulp. Lucky it’s only 100 pages or so… because I’m a very slow reader. And since your google-savviness can allow you to find the big quote, already, (on my blog) I won’t leave you with that one (although it’s worth leaving). Instead I’ll give you an entire paragraph:
If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
and I thought I couldn’t become anymore enthralled with French Culture.