Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman

It's the summer of 1983, and precocious 17-year-old Elio Perlman is spending the days with his family at their 17th-century villa in Lombardy, Italy. He soon meets Oliver, a handsome doctoral student who's working as an intern for Elio's father. Amid the sun-drenched splendor of their surroundings, Elio and Oliver discover the heady beauty of awakening desire over the course of a summer that will alter their lives forever.

had me clutching at my chest

Incredibly boring and its obvious that the author has a foot fetish.

also here's a bit from the book that really confused me:
“Don't flush,” I'd said, “I want to look.” What I saw brought out strains of compassion for him, for his body, for his life, which suddenly seemed so frail and vulnerable. “Our bodies won't have secrets now,” I said as I took my turn and sat down. He hopped into the bathtub and was just about to turn on the shower. “I want you to see mine, I said. He did more. He stepped out, kissed me on the mouth, and, pressing and massaging my tummy with the flat of his palm, watched the whole thing happen.

first of all, what. Second of all, why?
We really didn't need that imagery in our heads Mr. Aciman.