I typically find it very hard to get sincerely excited about gay romance novels. Usually they’re overly campy and devolve into erotica by page 10, which I guess is alright up to a certain point, but you’re still left wanting more after the fact.
I can honestly say Call Me By Your Name delivers in a way I never expected.
This book was actually a gift from my boyfriend before RJ. His name was Gabe and I made it a mission of his to find me a goooood gay romance novel to stink my teeth into. I had little hope since I had read nothing substantive up to that point, but when Gabe gave me this book and I started reading, I knew it was different.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) there are sex scenes in the book, but they’re beyond erotica; they’re almost poetic. (I seriously grimaced when I typed that because it’s so cheesy but it’s seriously the best way I can think of describing how beautiful those scenes are.) The author isn’t writing just to get the reader off, he’s writing to show emotion. I could go on, but let’s just say it was awesome.
Another part I love was how honest it was. Like a lot of real love stories, this one doesn’t end riding of into a sunset together with a prince. It ends like a lot of relationships tend to end… but I’ll let you discover that on your own.
When anyone asks for a gay novel recommendation, I always begin with this one. I took the liberty of linking to the Amazon page so you can check out other ratings here. If you give it a try, come back and let us know what you think. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.