Novel & Cerita Books Like Call Me By Your Name

The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton." I clicked on the tag and saw excerpts from his diary. "Liv is sick today. I snuck into her room and stayed by her side the whole night. She looked cute when she was asleep, just like a kitten." "Liv said she wanted the cake from the eastern part of the city. I only found it after going around for a while. I thought everything was worth it when I saw how happy she looked." "We made a promise to be together forever under the weeping willow tree. Liv, I'll keep this promise forever."

He looked through the titles and pulled a book out—Qualcuno volò sul nido del cuculo. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey, in Italian. I set the other down, just in case he finished that one or wanted to switch. “Thank you. This room is like a tomb, and I’ve been bored out of my mind when you’re gone.” He linked his fingers with mine and pulled my hand to his lips. His teeth grazed against my knuckle before his lips soothed. “Resting is good. It will help you heal.”

I reply. Mia nods and sits down on the chair. I look inside my bag and pull out a book I found the other day in the food court. Somebody left it there. The title is The Red Badge of Courage. I think it's a classic in American literature? I don't know. It's interesting is all I know.

he said, extending the book towards me. I took the book, my fingers brushing against the cover as I examined the title. "Little Women," I read aloud, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "Yes, it was Jacob's favorite book, and I think you will find it captivating too," he explained, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. "I'm sure I will," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a connection to Jacob through this shared love for literature. I ran my fingers along the cover, appreciating the weight of the book and the memories it held.

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This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way." I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro." "Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore today?" "Just getting a book for my mum. She's a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. How about you? Any particular book catching your eye?" Finn gestured towards the novel in my hands, "Actually, I was thinking of giving this one a shot. Classic literature has a certain charm, don't you think?"

Luna POV I walk over to the shelves, scanning the titles, my fingers running over the spines of the books. There are so many—books I’ve been meaning to read, some of my favorites, and even a few I hadn’t gotten around to buying yet. I pick up one of the newer books and turn to him. “How did you even know which ones to get?” Dante leans against the doorframe, smirking. “I pay attention to what you read. Plus, I asked a few people for recommendations. Lilly gave Callum a whole list of books.”

I wandered aimlessly between the rows of shelves, the soft shuffle of my shoes the only sound I could hear. The quiet was nice. It gave me space to breathe, to think. Eventually, I found myself in front of the romance section. The spines of the books were a rainbow of colors, each one promising a different kind of love story. My fingers skimmed across the titles until they stopped on a green book with a particularly beautiful cover. I pulled the book from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands. The cover was soft beneath my fingertips, almost velvety. It was stunning, the kind of book you’d want to display on a shelf just to admire. The title, "BE MINE," was written in elegant gold

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”