A few weeks ago, I finished reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. As I mentioned when I started reading it, I may or may not have read it when it was assigned in high school. After reading it now, I am pretty sure there's no way I read it in high school because I would have remembered the weird shit that went on in the book. I think the book holds up relatively well. Who can't relate to getting shitfaced during the summer, hating philanderers, and creating a fake persona and buying a mansion on Long Island Sound so that you can stalk some chick you knew five years ago? Of course, the book takes a dark turn at the end, with a Meet Joe Black-esque car accident (although not nearly as hilarious) and a resulting murder-suicide. No wonder Nick Carraway, a smart and humble Midwestern boy, becomes so disillusioned with the East Coast. I would too, old sport.
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The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald