book

so i am reading again, i spend a lot of time on the train.

19xxxii. fiesta: the sun also rises, ernest hemingway
this is a sweet book. characters are everything but i think lots of it comes down to whether you know people like that. but so the theory goes there are only finite types of people in the world, and i believe it, personality and appearance wise. i didn't so much like the faint anti-semitism because one does not have to be jewish in order to be annoyingly superior. however, my inkling of a hemingway-gamine theory is now in full swing, like seriously. 3 out of 6. this was very easy to read and when i finished it i wanted to read it again right away except for the fact that next up is 'a farewell to arms'.