I‘m hungry for newness, a fresh start, a do-over. I want to reach back into my history with a grade-school pink eraser, scrubbing away my decisions like mistakes on a math test. Too bad I drew my mistakes in ink.

Deep, rich literature. Just like momma likes it. 👍

You know the book is good when you make a Spotify playlist for one of the characters 🙄

I love how Eden did a grand total of like 3 things the entire series and I still wound up being like “🥺Eden My Beloved🥺”

Interesting to absorb this book in light of 2020, with all of the threads it has running through it. A quick read that left a lot of room for my own imagination, though :)

So deeply affective, don‘t read if you have any remotely mild trigger for ANYTHING. The weight of every description, every atrocity, makes the book almost unreadable. I hope I am not invalidating the truthful reality of the thousands upon thousands of stories like those I got a glimpse at while reading. I think that I‘m glad that I read this, and it was not an easy read, but it is not as difficult as actually surviving a journey of that scope.

The narration style is a bit cumbersome and tiring to read at times BUT, BUT, BUT I can admit the passage of time is SO well controlled and beautifully fluid. I wouldn‘t even know where to begin if I were to tell a tale that lasted thousands of years. And, on an unrelated note, Miller knows how to write incredible last chapters.

Lets talk about the character Lord Henry: sometimes spitting straight facts (he gets the best lines in the book) and sometimes a no-good boring snooze-fest (no one wants to read through his gossip). Anyways stan Basil Hallward.

Warning: this user is an Odysseus apologist

Not overly entertaining (not the best book in the saga) but Chapter 23 is PHILOSOPHICALLY RICH and I can‘t stop thinking about immortality.

After the movies I advocated hardcore for Mike Newton, and sadly, after reading the first book... I still do 🤪 #TeamMike

Charlie is a narrator who originally saw the everything in his world as black and white. I loved him for telling his story that way, but I loved him even more for learning to see the gray tones by the end of the book. Impactful language and narrative, an essential read for anyone who is grappling with the ability to just be enough. #favorites

“I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.”

Torn because, while so many passages in this book are exquisitely poetic and quotable, the way in which they were strung together wasn‘t a way in which I could form a truly deep connection to the characters or story. In other words, the precision was detailed and meaningful, but the larger narrative wasn‘t.

“It feels powerful to him to put an experience down in words, like he‘s trapping it in a jar and it can never fully leave him.”

Sejanus deserves rights. He‘s going to become a cult character, I can just see it. And I‘m already in that cult.

I firmly believe Charlotte Brontë would have made a superb screenwriter had she lived in today‘s world; reading this was truly a cinematic, romantic experience.

Absolutely enchanted by this story, but I have to wonder about this “looking up through eyelashes” kink??

Such a precious story, especially viewing the ending in context with the beginning of book #1. Messy, lovely, complete.

One of the few books I‘ve ever screamed at. But in a good way.

For readers new to the YA romance scene, it gives you the cliches. For experienced readers, it gives you the twists and the pain to deepen it all. But Emery Lord knows how to give the readers what they want and serve it in a fresh way.

I used to think rewatching and rereading were embarrassingly boring pastimes. But there‘s something to be said for how comforting it is to already know what happens. There is no such luxury in real life.

He chewed on his thumbnail, as if racking his brain for a solution to this equation. But life is not evens and odds and solving for x. And sadness? Sadness is an equation made of all variables.

Bounces between big discussions and explosive plot points. Some tropes, but ultimately good. I understand how there‘s controversy and talk around it... but why wouldn‘t there be?

Love is fed by the imagination, by which will become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are...

Rich with layers and layers to analyze and consider. Poetic, informative, and brilliant when paired with the film.
And Gallimard? What. A. Clown.

We‘re nearing the age of entertainment in which internet life is translating to printed text and it‘s... weird. The story was interesting enough, especially the Dream, which was the mystery that made me keep reading. The Jennifer Putnam content, on the other hand... is boring, or at least not for me.
April... is not a Libra, though (as she claims to be), in my own expertise.

It‘s poetic and complete, but simultaneously strange and convoluted. The whole father/queerness themes don‘t mesh as nicely together as Aciman might like to think; instead, it‘s just a bit... odd. I didn‘t start enjoying until Elio‘s part

“I‘ve been blabbering on so much about my father that I‘m sure you must think I have a father fixation”