“Little Princes” Is the Right Kind of Feel-Good Memoir
I’m not usually one for the bleeding heart memoir and I started Little Princes: One Man’s Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal with a certain amount of ambivalence. I didn’t want to be emotionally blackmailed about this story of orphans and some social justice crusader. But in all seriousness, Conor Grennan probably deserves the recognition and attention he’s received for his contribution to these children’s lives.
“They weren’t orphans. These were children who had been lost to their parents.”
Grennan, who had initially decided to volunteer at Little Princes Children’s Home to make his globe-trotting something more than a vacation from his average, middle-class life, became determined to return these children to their parents, who had unwittingly sent their children with human-traffickers that promised to take the children to safety away from the civil war.
I won’t comment about the efficacy of non-governmental organizations or charities. That isn’t what Little Princes is about. It’s about these individual children, whom Grennan brings to life with his charming stories and silly anecdotes.
I think that as Grennan grows throughout the story, so does the reader, following along in his journey of discovery and compassion.