Ever since Woody Allen's movie, Midnight in Paris, I have been obsessed with Ernest Hemingway.  I'm reading A Moveable Feast, about his early years in Paris with first wife Hadley.  He seems such a tortured soul, so talented and wounded.  Another emotional casualty of WWI, his writing is clear and true.  I fell asleep reading it last night, then awoke at 4am and continued reading it til my husband's alarm went off at 5:15.  I've only read his non-fiction so far, and will jump into The Sun Also Rises when I finish this.  Almost don't want it to end, as I know the real ending.