i thought this day would never come.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you would keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

That's the opening paragraph from "A False Spring" from Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. Friends, do you know how much it hurts me to say that I not only read this book, but I maybe even kind of liked certain parts of it? I do NOT like Hemingway. At all. But maybe a little bit in this book. He didn't feel like the pompous jerky-jerk I got from his other work. He felt okay, and sometimes we even agreed on certain things, and that really amazed me. (And yes, this is that book I was reading that I kept quiet about. Don't you understand now?)

My favorite story from the collection is "Birth of a New School" where Hemingway essentially verbally beats down this guy who interrupts his writing. Leave it to me to enjoy that piece the most, but I thought it was hilarious.

I'd say more, but this is Hemingway we're talking about, and I already feel slimy admitting that I might have maybe kind of sort of been a LITTLE wrong about the worth of all of his writing. This collection was okay. And that's it! Also, I'm thankful my friend Lisa convinced me to read it. It really is different from his other writing.

Now, I'm off to start Firelight by Sophie Jordan and Pastwatch by Orson Scott Card.