We need to talk about The Little Prince

On a gloomy winter evening, I decided to go read a classic children's book. And what's a good place to start? Alice in Wonderland? Neh, that's lengthy. Then let's read The Little Prince. So that's what I read. But I couldn't finish it. Hold on. Hold on. Before you come to smash my head, let me tell you why:

The little prince is dumb, not innocent. And judgmental. Whenever someone doesn't answer, he's like, "Oh ho ho ho, all grown-ups are bad. They don't understand anything."

That's a ridiculous judgment. The book feels as if an adult whose adult life sucks is deeply in love with his nostalgic childhood memories and writing a book about it. Where children are pure, good, innocent, and all adults are bad.

I mean really? You can do better (but he's in grave, dyamn). That's all. Happy to welcome your comments.