The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin and Rosana Faria
What is it like to experience colors if you are blind? This is the question that The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin and Rosana Faria asks and attempts to answer. This book of colors is lacking in the color department and that’s a good thing. Instead, it is completely black with white text and raised black line drawing which are meant to be deciphered by touch. The text is also translated into braille, so that the sighted reader can begin to imagine what it is like to read by touch.
From the criticisms that I’ve read of the book and a discussion that we had at book club is the fact that the braille text is virtually unreadable as braille. The raised dots simply are not raised high enough off of the paper. I’d be curious to know if a blind individual could actually read the book.
But the book isn’t intended for the blind but rather those with sight and it’s very cool. I enjoyed feeling the raised line art. I knew what I was feeling for as I could see the image that the line art created but I would often close my eyes to see if I could figure out what I was feeling.
Thomas thinks that without the sun, water, doesn’t amount to much.
It has no color, no taste, no smell.
He says that green tastes like lemon ice cream and smells like grass that’s just been cut.
But black is the king of all the colors. It is as soft as silk when his mother hugs him and her hair falls in his face.
How does one describe a color? A very creative book that would be a welcome addition and a different type of reading experience for any children’s library.
Links of interest: More book blogger reviews.
Genre: Picture Book, approx ages 4-8.
Publisher: Groundwood Books. June 28, 2008.
Hardcover, 24 pages. ISBN 0888998732
The Black Book of Colors is available from your favorite independent bookstore, Powell’s, and Amazon.


So a few discussion questions for you readers out there because that’s why you’re here right? Because you love to read. Have you always read? Have you read since before you could remember or did reading come to you later in life? And are there periods in your life where reading takes a back burner?












