There’s something about teenage infatuation. The sweaty palms, the racing heart, the constant mantra ‘do they really like me’? When you have a crush as a teenager your imagination runs wild and the possibilities seem endless. You project your feelings onto the actions of the person you like, imagine that a look or touch or conversation are significant, signs that they feel the same. Some of that excitement carries through into your adult life, but it’s not as all encompassing. Andre Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name is a tender and evocative exploration of one boy’s infatuation and the tentative relationship that grows from it. Continue reading “REVIEW: Call Me By Your Name by Andre Aciman”
I’m currently trying to minimise the amount of books I have in London, because I’m pretty conscious of completely swamping my aunt’s house in books. It will happen if I don’t watch myself. So I’ve turned my home into an almost library, where every time I go back I take the books I’ve read home and bring back the same amount that I haven’t read. It’s a system that’s lasted all of about three minutes, because I am terrible at not buying books.
A couple of books I’ve been given by colleagues who have passed them along after they’ve read them so I don’t count that as not sticking to the rule. Or deviating from the rule only slightly. You can’t really turn down books that have been offered to you. That would be sheer madness. So here are the books I’ve collected over the last few weeks. Continue reading “BOOKISH FINDS: Online Orders & Other Things”