The Paris Wife….

Just finished this book a few nights ago. And I have fallen deeply in  friend-love of Hadley.

I almost want to have another baby just so that I can name her Hadley. Even if its a boy.

Hadley is Ernest Hemingway’s first wife and its a fiction look at their non-fiction life. I want to be them. They are drunk all the time. Sigh…. I miss those days. Really, is there anything better than being SO drunk that you have NO clue where you are?

Back to the book.

Can you imagine your husband inviting another woman into your marriage?

Seriously.

How could he even have the time or energy to do that? Or the balls to ask?