Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

How I wished I had shoulders like his. Maybe I wouldn’t long for them if I had them?

It never occurred to me that I had brought him here not just to show him my little world, but to ask my little world to let him in, so that the place where I came to be alone on summer afternoons would get to know him, judge him, see if he fitted in, take him in, so that I might come back here and remember.

love this line from the book

“People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.”