The Little Prince is probably the book that I would take to a deserted island; after all, the desert, geographical as sentimental, it takes the key role. Unconditional of the work of St-Ex, no doubt, but not fundamentalist provided that: I have not cried foul browsing this version reviewed by Joann Sfar, a designer I like also. Still, the tribute is interesting, but does not bring anything new to my understanding of the text. And Sfar vain, his garish gouache mouline well below the altitudes of pastel aviator poet.