A review by hakberdi
Find Me by André Aciman

5.0

A veces me rasco las heridas
Pa' ver si sangran todavía...
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Sometimes I pick at my wounds
To see if they still bleed...

Past... Something that I've been thinking about as of lately. How many people seemed to suddenly come and go in and out of my life, how many things were lost and how did I get here eventually.
This book is a ode to the past but is, actually, a toast to the future and present.

Yes, we still ARE keep digging up and stress over things that have been done and undone. Why do we do it though? Is it a masochistic act? In a way, I guess. To me, this book gave a simplest answer: we do it because we want to be reminded that we are people, that things should be confronted rather than be "forgotten". Past is here to fuel us and to long for the slightest possibility to experience same feelings in the future.

A veces fuí un imán
De besos en la boca, otras de mil derrotas
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Sometimes I was a magnet
Of kisses on the lips and,
At times, of thousand defeats.

This book consists of four connected short-stories.

In one, Elio's father, Samuel, finds that there always a place for love, even when you think that life has passed you by.
In another one -- Elio gets to experience something that is kind of reminiscent of Oliver, yet this reminiscence is simply not enough.
In Oliver's story we get to see... pretty much nothing that we don't already know because of the previous installment and I, quite honestly, was a bit disappointed about that. The only redeeming quality of it -- unbelievably beautiful musings about music, the subject I'm so fond of and love unconditionally.

Fourth story is basically a wrap-up, filled by some of the Elio's delusions and Oliver's journey of exploring himself and the life he gave up many years ago once again.

...all he needed when the time was right was simply to come and find me.

I don't understand why this book has this bad of a rating. Is it because of a lack of perverse scenes?
C'mon, people. It was so beautiful: we were in Rome with it's sun and history, we were in Paris and felt music and smelled the aroma of baguettes...

It was way better than the first one.

A veces fuí
Y otras no
Y así está bien
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Sometimes I was
And others wasn't,
And that's alright

Lyrics used in this review:
"A Veces" by Diamante Eléctrico