Monday, May 16, 2011
I used to read a lot of books before i started my University life. Undeniable, the college life is totally a brand new world to me, who was a complete kampung boy from nowhere to somewhere. At that moment, i thought i have already found what i always wanted to, a metropolitan city. A city provides me all the needs, services, glams and etcetera "dream come true" scenery. Like most of the teenager story, we grow, we fight, we fall, and we back to the nowhere, start to live back from what we are most comfortable with.
Well, now i have start back my typical normal life. i guess for this turnover, i have to send my greatest appreciation to my current company, Darco, as i learned to be in more peaceful life than those very dramatic life, though i always not the one doing the drama, but i have always been dragged into it for no reason. fml. hence, i should have start to comment and share the thoughts of mine over here, with the another soul, if there is any. I have almost forgotten how much i love to read, to think, and immerse myself into the story and imaginary of mine with the authors of all the books i read. The emotion is essential, and forward. A good author make you believe in yourself, and make you believe, you are one of the main one, in the stories. ok, let's cut the crap and move to the main point of this post.
this is the book cover
(well, this is the original, i got the translated from taiwan)
and, with my deepest respect,
Andre Aciman
just finish a book by Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name. let me take a deep breath before i go into it. this, is a very good book.. very very good. so far, one of the best in my list if compare to the same series of books. Andre includes a lot of the Italian's cultures and the Jewish worries. He makes me feel like going to the beach in Italy, to meet the another soulmate over there. He makes me believe, i can be like Elio, or i should say, I feel myself is Elio, and Elio is me. I saw the 17th me in Elio, in the story, and the complications in his hearts, the thoughts, and everything when he first saw Oliver. god, they are meant to be together and yet they can't to be together. Very typical, yet, its a true reflection.
Elio is way too smart for a boy in his age. He is not those "genius smart", he is an artist. compare to genius smart, he is more like an observer, and a listener. he digest what he saw, what he heard, and he compose out an very extraordinary poets, stories, jokes, or, the musics that he could ever play on the piano. However, this smart boy's talents, or i should say his sensitive soul, the another half of him is hidden under the shadow. He never let anyone notice the existence, even himself don't really visit the another half that often.
like other readers, we all wish to be Elio, the seventeenth boy who struggling himself with himself through his minds. We all wish to back into the naive, clean, and aimless relaxing life. He/We just want one thing, a hot love sex.
ok, we shall talk about oliver in the next chapter, or i continue in this post later. :D
h/w: i wish to have an original copy of this Call Me by Your Name. Maybe i should get it from Amazon ! :D
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