Review of Painted Love Letters by Catherine Bateson Essays -- essays r

multicoloured Love Letters, written by Catherine Bateson.The palm of this book looks like a painting of a obscure & white picket fence, with trees in the background behind the fence, and a olympian bougainvillea hiatus in the front. It signifys the book will be about a family- because of the stereotype of white picket fences in front of traditional family houses, the families that feel in the suburbs with two kids and both parents, a canine and a capable life. But because behind the fence there are, what look like, pine trees, it prompts to suggest that the story isnt set in the suburbs. What made me choose Painted Love Letters was the thickness. Indeed a bit shallow, I wasnt in the mood for a thousand paged, completely engaging novel. in front and After. the first chapter.Dad said that in Nurralloo we were surrounded by Philistines who wouldnt know a good painting if it jumped up and bit them, tho at the pub they hung one of his small watercolours, a sketch he called it, and Dad got free beers. He said by the time I was sixteen, wed be rich. Wed hold back my birthday in Paris, the city of art and lovers. Mum said, Dont put ideas in her take aim Dave Grainger. Chrissie, dont listen to him, and flicked her tea towel at him save later she pulled down one of Dads art books and showed me paintings of pile dancing in Paris and a Paris pub which looked posher than the post Hotel.My initial response to the writing is it seems temperately colloquial. It makes me feel as though I am a young teenagers journal- so it wouldnt consist of acutely complex language or unfamiliar phrases. It is definitely not compelling, but on the up-side it can be mum and related to quite simply. For example, I can imagine my fat... ...ere a get going of me. I knew everything now about love and death, everything I needed to know. My soothsaying was correct, but only because of the build up of Daves death in the beginning of the book. The end was very satisfying I believe the reservoir put a really good close to the book. Chrissie had grown up and learnt so oftentimes about life at such a young age. If I were basing the conclusion on how I would have behaved, I would have had Chrissie disintegrate into nothing because she had such a huge initiate of her life ripped away from her. But, I think Catherine Batesons ending is much more pleasant, and definitely touches my heart. When I think about it, the front cover in a sense symbolises Daves life. He is the purple bougainvillea hanging on the black and white fence. This could be a way of how they celebrate his life show how bright he was in a wintry world.