Is love, what happiness!
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The thin line that distinguishes “definition” and “description” is as significant as imperceptible; in the roll of today, this difference is nourished by the position of the verb: it Is the love of Claudia, Precious shows subtly, not as a treatise on love, which would have starred the more pompously the “love is...”, but it gives us a joyful recognition, almost moved to an agitation of the soul that can not be named, love.
The small format of the book, and the riot of colors that invests the reader to make these pages, which overflow with energy, and yet this narration has a slight emphasis and a fondness for poetry and the minute details. A children's book? It seems so, then you think no, then you realize that yes, it is just a children's book, a daring book for children.
"We looked at..."
It all begins in an unexpected reciprocity between the two little colored look. From the next page, a triumph of imagination and images, explosive, overlap: "I sprouted wings... I climbed the three steps ... I have the dress of clouds ... I have sneezed a thousand stars".
The text alternates between expressions of everyday life, the images poetic, and highly imaginative, the illustrations develop a speech parallel and independent and do not always perceive the relationship with the words. It is an explosion of dream, imagination, desires. The little protagonist is abandoned and turns (will never be the situation!), we realize to be surrounded by the emanation of his feelings and of his life: emotions that seem very different and show different faces of the same sentiment.
Catapulted into the emotion of love we can imagine the involvement of the protagonist, and smile in the face of certain expressions that are so particular that actually arise in the mind of each person precisely because the love is not nourished only by the words and images are universal (well, who would have spoken of the emotion of love as a “slipped in the mud”?!).
But it is worth to speak of the love of children? Yes, yes, absolutely, because this love of a joyful, deep and pure is an emotion known by the children and expressed in a way that is so straightforward that readers immedesimeranno without difficulty.
The illustrator uruguagia fills of vitamin colours, the tables with an eclectic style, the real and the abstract that recalls Miró. The colors seem to spread it roughly with markers and fingers and invite you to paint your own personal picture on love (try it!).
We are almost at the end of the story and we are back to the initial board:
"We looked at..."
It all looks the same, but so? Look at the color of the text, of the clouds, the trees and the color of the legs of the protagonists: you notice something? The reciprocal is true: that happiness!
And then? Well finished, browse to the register!
A book surprising and fun on the joy of being loved and to love. Definitely a book for children, from 3 years old.
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