I know heartbreak isn’t the greatest term one can use to describe their feelings upon finishing a book, especially to those that read this looking to see if such a book is worth their time, because, let’s face it, most of us don’t seek out sadness.
Still, I have no other way to capture this moment of emotion for me other than to type the word heartbreak and say, yes, this is how I feel.
Call Me By Your Name is a page turner, not in that you need to find out what happens next, more so because it’s very nature; the pathos; and the feeling of life that lays upon these pages move your fingers from one papyrus corner to the next.
I credit Aciman for being one of those writers who pens spirits on pages rather than just words.
I fell in love with the feeling of reading this book and the feeling of being transported to this “somewhere in Italy” that shone brightly in it’s setting and it’s ever beating romanticism. There was a livelihood to this novel from line one.
To finish this book is to have traveled through almost a lifetime with characters with whom you feel close to because you were introduced to their most honest selves if only for a couple hundred pages.
This is why my heart breaks. Aciman leaves you pondering over a story that I can’t help but imagine many of us experience ourselves; love short in its exercise, but long lasting in it’s feeling. A love that almost cannot be shared.
In essence, this book tells of a love so profound, it defines the lives of the people experiencing it, in a harrowing yet beautiful way.
It’s hard to describe without giving away the story, but I hope my words have conveyed how much I enjoyed reading this book. For all of it’s “heartbreak”, there lies a meaning and almost poetic beauty in a story as raw as this.
If you are desiring a transformative read this summer, look no further than this.
“If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I’m with you.”
― André Aciman,