I picked up for a book club but then dropped after prolonged distress, Call Me by Your Name by Aciman.
It’s not so much the age-gap aspect (which is pushing the limits of acceptable for a reader socialised in Europe, but it’s not over those limits), but it’s the entire trope of sexual abuse as a playful flirting ritual that permeates the book that I found truly sickening.
I picked up for a book club but then dropped after prolonged distress, Call Me by Your Name by Aciman.
It’s not so much the age-gap aspect (which is pushing the limits of acceptable for a reader socialised in Europe, but it’s not over those limits), but it’s the entire trope of sexual abuse as a playful flirting ritual that permeates the book that I found truly sickening.