As with most memoirs nothing really happens. Of course, the purpose of most memoirs are to act as not only a first hand account of the writer, but of a particular time period, place, or culture. A Moveable Feast takes place in France, probably the most fascinating country in the world, to me at least.
It's a nice look at a struggling writer's life in Paris, something I hope to also experience someday. If you have any interest in France or Hemingway this is a must read. Hemingway also name-drops a ton of other writers.
I still can't judge Hemingway as a writer until I have read some of his fiction, but I thoroughly enjoyed this book and can easily recommend it.
I'm torn between granting a 3 or 4 star rating. My objective side tells me 3 but my more care-free, Paris-loving side tells me 4. Nonetheless I will grace this memoir with a biased 4 star rating. It really should be a 3 though. Fuck it. 3.5