Like a Love Story by Abdi Nazemian is one of those books that part of me wants to read for the importance of it and the historical context, but another part of me knows I probably won’t enjoy. It’s interesting because I think I would prefer this as a film. I don’t know what it is that causes me to grow so bored while reading most contemporary novels, but to have no problem watching them as movies. In the end, I’m not sure if this is one I’ll be adding to my TBR just yet.

like a love story

It's 1989 in New York City, and for three teens, the world is changing.

Reza is an Iranian boy who has just moved to the city with his mother to live with his stepfather and stepbrother. He's terrified that someone will guess the truth he can barely acknowledge about himself. Reza knows he's gay, but all he knows of gay life are the media's images of men dying of AIDS.

Judy is an aspiring fashion designer who worships her uncle Stephen, a gay man with AIDS who devotes his time to activism as a member of ACT UP. Judy has never imagined finding romance...until she falls for Reza and they start dating.

Art is Judy's best friend, their school's only out and proud teen. He'll never be who his conservative parents want him to be, so he rebels by documenting the AIDS crisis through his photographs.

As Reza and Art grow closer, Reza struggles to find a way out of his deception that won't break Judy's heart--and destroy the most meaningful friendship he's ever known

Drop a line or two in the comments below to let me know what you think of Like a Love Story! Does this sound like a novel you’d want on your TBR? Why or why not?

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