My interpretation of Gatsby’s perspective during the (unwritten) time he and Daisy were in the car driving from the hotel, but before Myrtle’s death.
A hushed twilight. 396 more words
I should start this review with a disclaimer: I am NOT the target demographic for this book. I’m way too old. However, I’m (just) young enough to remember the heady terrifying years of my twenties and now that’s thankfully all behind me, I can sit back and read this with an air of relaxation. 501 more words
You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.
Out of impulse I decided to reread The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I had not read it since my junior year in high school and recently acquired a second hand copy of it, as I had never owned it beforehand for myself. 646 more words