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.
Books read in 2013:
The Beatles by Bob SpitzThe Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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