When I first picked up ‘The Colours of Love’, I thought it was going to be a clean romance focusing on different kinds of love and relationships. I didn’t expect much, but the book provided much more than that—it was a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt hope, anger, love, misery, and everything in between.
There are a lot to point out but I’ll just focus on a few.
First, a brief rundown of the story:
Two pregnant women (Harriet and Rose) give birth, one who passed before birth and the other to a girl, respectively. Rose pleads with Harriet, who is a stranger, to take her child, as her child’s life is in danger. The secret is kept between them, and Harriet raises the girl, Esther, as her own. Esther grows up, marries Monty, and has a child named Joy, who is black from birth. This revelation shocks everyone, leading to Harriet telling the truth to a stunned Theobald, her nasty husband. It turns out that Esther’s biological father must have been black.
Monty, overwhelmed and unable to accept the child, distances himself, not wanting Joy, which causes Esther pain. After some time, Esther meets Caleb, who loves her and her child.
Now, ‘Prejudice’ which is the first theme comes in at the point where Monty refuses to accept his child. Ironically, he’s part of the soldiers fighting against Hitler’s regime, yet he harboured their racist views toward people not of his colour. He was fighting one form of prejudice while perpetuating another. The irony, again.
Then, we have the ‘secrets.’ The book is filled with them, making difficult situations worse. Like Rose who didn’t mention that her child’s father was black. Like Harriet, who kept the secret of Esther’s parentage away from Theobald because she wanted to bear him a child and was terrified of his wrath.
It was frustrating to read because you could see how things might have turned out differently if the truth had been said from the start. Immediately I read the scene where Harriet had a dream about Rose asking about her child, I knew the secret was returning to haunt her…and in an unexpected way.
Another theme is how people adapt after the war, like Monty and Caleb.
Monty clings to his old life which no longer exists, which is why, despite not liking Theobald or agreeing with his values, he joins him because of money, leading him to make terrible choices, like distancing himself from Joy. On the other hand, Caleb, tries to adapt to his new reality, even despite losing one of his legs. Their different paths show how trauma can affect people in different ways and how they move on from it.
Another theme is the different ways mothers in the book show their love to their kids.
Rose’s love for her daughter is perhaps one of the most heart-breaking examples. Knowing that her child will be doomed to live in the orphanage or worse, killed, she gives her newborn baby to Harriet, knowing that it’s the only way to protect her child. Harriet, in turn, shows another form of motherly love by accepting and raising a child that isn’t hers.
Then there’s Clarissa, Monty’s mother, whose love is far more controlling. Clarissa disapproved of Monty marrying Esther because she couldn’t stand Theobald. Though she loves Monty, it was tainted by her desire to bend him to her will, and unfortunately, Monty couldn’t stand up to her—even Clarissa’s husband.
In contrast, Eliza, Caleb’s mother, also has strong opinions about her son’s choices but shows a different kind of love. While she doesn’t want Caleb involved with someone like Esther because she’s scared of what people will say, she allows him to make his own decisions.
Finally, there’s Esther, who knowing what her mixed-race child will endure, determines to protect her at all costs. Even when Monty was trying to lure her back with money and gifts, she never once changed her stance to return to him. Divorce was a big deal then, but she knew that Monty didn’t want the child and she’d rather live in penury with her daughter than in wealth with someone who no longer cared for her or her child.
And it’s not surprising to see that Monty never returns to see his daughter.
The Colours of Love is not just a love story, but also about how love exists in every shade of colour, literally and figuratively. The story shows that love can be found in every person, regardless of where they come from or what they look like.