A review by bellaroobookworm
Eight White Nights by André Aciman


Whoa. That was a whirlwind, and I don't know how to feel.

First off, I know that this book isn't everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be trapped in the mind of a man whose thoughts move faster than a whirling dervish. But the beauty of Aciman's novel is that the protagonist thinks the same thoughts that everyone who has experienced love has thought, if maybe to a higher degree. There's pain and glee and heartbreak and beauty, all wrapped together, and trying to tease them apart does no good.

The name Clara has forever been changed for me. Aciman's book was one of the most engaging things I've read in a long, long time.