This is not a story you can take lightly. From start to finish it drew me in and the only way I was able to put it down was when the call of sleep finally became impossible to ignore. Before I even began I knew I wasn't prepared for the stunning brilliance marking every line, but I thought I was more prepared than I was, in fact, not. And yet, surprisingly, it also didn't make me cry as much as I expected.
Zwischen Immer und Nie. Zwischen Immer und Nie. Between always and never.A lot of that might have had to do with the anticipation of all the feelings this story would invoke. Maybe it's because I was so caught up in every word: the writing was so poignant, so heartfelt, everything from the first heading to the closing paragraph so beautiful.
Regardless, this is a story that will stick with me, that I will remember in turns as Elio remembered his time with Oliver, how deeply they loved. I will remember how exquisitely conveyed the tale of their love was told.
Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.As I said, I managed to get through this without crying, but it was a very near thing, especially toward the end as I had to force myself to hold back.
We had found the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.I highly recommend this story.