I love this languid, joyful, maddening, and sometimes gross celebration of youth and first love. It's weird how, despite being about a bunch of ultra-affluent Europeans, this is the only book that's ever pinpointed the embarrassing maelstrom of emotions I experienced as a teen. What other book has someone analysing the way their crush says "do you want to go the movies?" in such excruciating, visceral detail? It also captures the weirdness of memory and its lethal ability to dredge up old wounds. 
 The last act of this book is still just complete agony to me - the book takes you on these denial-filled, pretentious rambles before punching you in the gut with something so heart-achingly honest. It made me crave a Before Sunset-esque sequel where Elio is Oliver's summer guest and one of them is pouring wine while the other says "Baby, you're gonna miss your plane" and The Predatory Wasp of Palisades by Sufjan Stevens croons in the background. I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO ALL WATCH THE (SUPERIOR) MOVIE ADAPTATION CAN DECEMBER COME FASTER (view spoiler)[ ALSO WHAT'S MORE EXTRA: OLIVER SAYING "SEEING YOU IS LIKE WAKING UP FROM A TWENTY-YEAR COMA" OR ELIO KEEPING BILLOWY FOR DECADES? (hide spoiler)]