All my friends on Goodreads who read this loved it. UGH. I’m going to be an outlier.
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
The film was ambrosia. The book, for me, not so much. Aciman perfectly captures the the obsession of first real love; also, the intense feelings that young gay/bi men experience when they realize they the are attracted to and love other men. But I could never find an opening for me in the narrative to creep in and let the book wash over me and through me (which the film was able to do). I wasn’t bored exactly, but I also just never “got it.”