A Moveable Feast

Just finished A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. When I started that book I figured it would help me with being away from writing while on vacation, figured getting inside Hemingway's head would help me to relate my feelings about writing to his experiences. I thought I'd be fascinated by his lifestyle and the people he met while in Paris. And I was. But mostly, I thrived hearing about his writing habits, both while writing and in daily living, and by the end of the book my thoughts on being a writer in general changed.

While Hemingway was great and very introspective, at least he seems to be in A Moveable Feast, I realized I admired his discipline as a writer, but I don't want to be like him. I love young adult fiction most. A few weeks ago when I had lunch with a friend she asked if I considered myself a YA writer and I had to think about it, not knowing if I liked and appreciated the label. Well, of course I don't want to be boxed in to any one category, but after several trips to the library and book stores where I stood in awe and marvel at the children's classics and new releases lined on the shelves, that is where I see myself. And this is what keeps me working.

At some point I wish to record all of the books I'm reading and have read into Goodreads. For now, a new book shall be added to my reading list.