This is an absolutely lovely book. Every page has at least one gem of a sentence or paragraph that makes me want to stop reading and just savor those words for an hour or a day. The time it pictures, Paris and the Alps between the wars, and the way it pictures it, raise in me a deep anemoia, nostalgia for a time I never experienced.

And it's surprisingly funny, biting, satirical, with a dry humor that I at least don't normally associate with Hemingway.

Anyway! Stop reading this and go (re)read it!