Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman

I read this after watching the movie (like the rest of the liberal female population aged 17-27.) It reads as Elio’s stream-of-consciousness, the diary of a teenage boy, which is as painful as you might assume.

But it is all worth it for the end, which has the power to erase all doubt you have about the book, the movie, and potentially even yourself.

“We’ll speak about two young men who found much happiness for a few weeks and lived the remainder of their lives dipping cotton swabs into that bowl of happiness, fearing they’d use it up, without daring to drink more than a thimbleful on ritual anniversaries.”

Rating: 9/10