The Little Prince hasn't grown up but has grown big over the years; huge actually, since its first double publication (French and English) in 1943published in New York. There are only few other books that have been translated into over 200 languages. Some of these languages have otherwise only ever seen the bible translated into them before. This book can therefore be said to have been and still being a huge success. What makes it so special?
The word hero or heroine is easily used these days. There are a few people who actually earned it. Violet Jessop was a heroine; she didn't do any great deeds; she didn't show bravery on the battle field; she just got on with her life. And that life was quite astonishing even if she herself didn't think much about it. We are lucky she was induced to write down her memoirs for us to enjoy and marvel at.
William Shawcross wrote a biography about Queen Mum. If you remember him as an avid journalist and keen observer, then this book is not for you. This is an eulogy and could have been produced in this form by any well instructed and paid for ghost writer.
In 1885 in the Mikado, women novelists are on the list of the Lord High Executioner to be put away with. Marian Evans, better known as George Eliot, was dead by then. She was born into a time when open adultery was frowned upon unlike to today. Under her pen name of George Eliot, she was to become one of the most read, most mocked, and best earning authors of the 19th century.
Celebrities have it all and some have it even more, like Monica Seles. JR Books published Getting A Grip by Monica Seles. The autobiography gives an insight into the reality of women’s tennis and reveals the intimate relationship of dieting with binge eating. Monica Seles tells her story of early fame, reveals the nightmares that hound her and the demons walking with her.
The question asked most often in this book is: Who on earth would want to go to Dijon? But the story starts in London with the kidnapping of a gentlewoman that went wrong. Flight and chase take readers on a rocky ride through France to Paris and from there to Dijon. There are no car races and crime scene investigations, I'm afraid; the year is 1780.