Call Me By Your Name

Call Me By Your Name, by Andre Aciman Blurb:Call Me by Your Name is the story of a sudden and powerful romance that blossoms between an adolescent boy and a summer guest at his parents' cliff-side mansion on the Italian Riviera. Unprepared for the consequences of their attraction, at first each feigns indifference. But during the restless summer weeks that follow, unrelenting buried currents of obsession and fear, fascination and desire, intensify their passion as they test the charged ground between them. What grows from the depths of their spirits is a romance of scarcely six weeks' duration and an experience that marks them for a lifetime. For what the two discover on the Riviera and during a sultry evening in Rome is the one thing both already fear they may never truly find again: total intimacy.My ReviewHaving read some of the reviews on Goodreads while I was trying to order my own thoughts about this book, I realised that I'm in the minority by not liking this story... I had high hopes for this book, I wanted passion, longing, heartbreak, which I got in a way, but for me the writing style made all of that fall flat. It was all so long winded, like it was trying to impress. At times it was poetic and there are some really beautiful passages and scenes, but for me, being constantly in Elio's head got boring. I was waiting for dialogue, character development, anything... And it didn't really help that I never connected with Elio, in fact I found him rather annoying.All in all, I'm glad a lot of other people enjoyed this book, but for me it wasn't a hit. Nor was the movie for that matter... My favourite quotes from 'Call Me By Your Name':'We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you.''Try again later meant, I haven't the courage now.''Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.' 'All I had to do was list the works I'd read here and he'd know all the places I'd travelled to.''Smile, and the world smiles back.''You're speaking volumes, my friend, and tonight we're doing short poems only.''I will have been a terrible father if, one day, you'd want to speak to me and felt that the door was shut or not sufficiently open.''... we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.' 'Any moment now we were going to say goodbye. Suddenly part of my life was going to be taken away from me now and would never be given back.'