My Full Movie Immersion

People. People, people, people.

This week has been one for the books—literally.

Within a seven day stretch, I’ve read not one but two books that will stay with me indefinitely.

Both are masterful works of languange and emotion (in different ways). Both punched me in the gut (in different ways). And both are epic in a way that almost makes me mourn the fact that they happened to come across my e-reader in such quick succession. Like I almost haven’t been able to pay each its separate due because of the wham-bam happenstance.

But this, this is was I read for.

In case you didn’t read my Tuesday post, the first epic read was Autoboyography by Christina Lauren.

Then last night, I finished reading Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman. And I was literally still stuck inside my brain with the book come morning and couldn’t exorcise it—even after purging every detail to the hubby, who’s used to my postmortem book sessions.

So I did something indulgent and fantastic and spontaneous in an attempt to find closure, and I went alone to see the movie adaptation today during a perfectly-timed nap time showing (thank you, universe, and thank you, hubby), and wow. Just wow.

This is hands-down the most immersive film I’ve ever experienced. I was hook, line and sinker sunk from beginning to closing credits.

It’s beyond rare for me to love a movie adaptation even more than an amazing book, but this one managed it. Even the author of the novel heaped abundant praise:

I feel like I’ve taken on a funny book/movie critic persona this week and for the love, that’s so atypical for this here blog. But, if anything, this is a diary of sorts of my life with my babies and hubby, and there’s no way to separate these books and this movie from my life this week.

Go see this movie.

I will soooo be rooting for it in a few weeks when the Academy Awards are upon us. Please please, puh-lease just give the Oscar to Timothée.

Over and out.