I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
I really didn't like this.
I couldn't relate to the protagonists, I didn't get a clear impression of time and place and the whole onset of "Being gay is a sin" coloured everything morose and guilt-laden.
Also the angle of "shy gay boy becomes priest to avoid temptation" really irks me.
Reading this book made me feel dirty.
Because both guys felt dirty about loving each other. That it was a sin, that they would go to hell, that their souls would be damned.
It was so ridiculous. And sad. And annoying.
I guess if I went on reading there would be a glorying conclusion when they both accepted who they are and realized that God is not the problem. But I can't struggle through to this.