(Reviewed 2/15/14) 
 I read most of this in college for a literature course about 14 years ago, and it was hellaciously dull. There's a war. There're war injuries. There's love... of some kind. It's a weird love... Actually, I guess it's more about the fucking than love as I understand it. It's love as the lost generation understands it, I suppose; very shallow. Regardless, with all that thrown in there, it's still incredibly boring. 
 I paid enough attention in class to pass the test without having to finish it, and I was grateful for that. Back then I thought Hemingway's style sucked like Monica Lewinsky. Last year I tried Hemingway again with The Sun Also Rises and I'm afraid my assessment hasn't changed. I had hoped that my tastes would alter, and that I would be able to see what is supposed to be so great about this man, but that's just not the case for me. 
 Anyway, I just noticed that this was still in my to-read section on here, but I have no intention of reading anything Hemingway has written ever again (and I gave this book away with the others I had on my shelf after making that decision), and I'm just updating my goodreads. Since I did actually read most of it, I feel I'm allowed to give it a rating. I initially wanted to give it two stars (though I'm not sure why), but decided not to because the proof speaks for itself: I never finished it, and can't bring myself to even try. If that isn't a one star sentiment, I don't know what is. 
 I guess I'm just going to have to go through life a Hemingway hater. I've given him a fair shake, and he just doesn't have anything I can appreciate.