

Packing for a weekend trip to Colorado mountains ⛰️
Picked up this in hardcover from the library bookstore to read on the driver (IF I am not being “driver”) #classic #WiaN2025 category Wanderlust
My sister‘s book club was reading this, so I loaned her my copy. Many years ago. In her defense, at one point she offered it back after the meeting, but I suggested she hold onto it until she finished it. I‘m pretty sure she doesn‘t even know where it is now. That‘s okay. I‘ve read it twice and definitely have no desire to read it a third time. 🤣🤣
#sundayfunday
I‘ve spent 5 days in Paris and came back last Thursday.
A visit to Shakespeare and Company feels almost mandatory as a reader and book lover, but I also love that store.
These are the books I bought.
I also bought this new tote bag with the very fitting quote
This catchy title caught my eye in a used bookstore. At first I thought it might refer to the AIDS era, post-70s, but it‘s a memoir about F. Scott Fitzgerald and his sad decline after the heyday of the Jazz Age. Tony Buttitta, a bookshop owner and writer befriended Fitzgerald in the summer of 1935, and this is his recollection. It‘s well-written and I‘d recommend it for anyone interested in Fitzgerald or Asheville history.
My grandmother‘s copy 💛
#Published100yearsago
#Aboutabook
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Blume tells the story of Hemingways struggles to get his big break and the story behind The Sun Also Rises. What did I learn? Hemingway wasn‘t nearly as creative as I had thought, in this case using the story of a strange bender with friends as the plot for his book. It confirmed than Hemingway was quite honestly an ass. Yet at the same time, I‘m tempted to actually read one of his books for the first time in over twenty years.
#bookspinbingo
31 May-3 Jun 24 (audiobook)
I read many reviews before deciding how I feel about this book. Yes there is little plot, too much drinking and brawling, disagreeable characters and some anti-semitism all of which make it quite depressing. Not to mention bullfights! But Hemingway captures both the ennui and restlessness of the certain class of which he was a member during the period between the wars. Not likeable but somewhat authentic and evocative.