A Farewell to Arms
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My grandparents didn't police what I read when I was a kid. I read whatever was around the house, which included a majority of things that had been left behind by my aunts, uncles, and my mother.
Not having anyone police what I read, meant that I never knew there were things that I was Not Supposed To Read because they were Inappropriate For Children. Someone posted a photo on Instagram earlier, that they'd taken of a page of Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms, a book that I adored at age 12. A book I read multiple times - one I'm sure I couldn't possibly have understood many of the details of, but loved anyway.
That little snippet, so luscious, tugged at something ... I haven't read that book in well over a quarter of a century, which is mind-boggling to me. I'm going to buy a copy tomorrow. Maybe I'll love it just as much, or maybe not at all, but it'll be a good, heavy ride.