finishing this book is like waking up from a stupor, one where my heart has been ripped out and ive been punched in the gut in the process. call me by your name is a devastating story of love and loss, bone-deep aching and longing and desire and shame and fear and an unbreakable bond forged during an unbelievably idyllic, languid summer. the language is simple yet lucid and breathlessly stirring--it was as if i was elio himself--the setting and mood are superb, and the book's final part is a treasure. never has a book been so masterfully, acutely aware of all the ways we second-guess and subtly manipulate, all the heady push-and-pull we maneuver to draw out others or to protext ourselves, yet this is such an affecting, evocative, heartbreaking read.