A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway
Though his first wife Hadley was known to be a loving and devoted mother, there are a couple scenes in this autobiographical account of Hemingway’s early years in Paris that would suggest his own fatherly instincts were somewhat lacking. “F. Puss was the baby-sitter,” he writes of leaving their 1-year-old son Bumby alone in the crib with the family cat. And you’re worried about leaving the kids in the car while you run up to the ATM.
To buy: A Moveable Feast, $10