As part of my Lit/Analysis class (which, contrary to popular complaint is a pretty fun class all around), we're doing a big focus on the American Dream, and, luckily, the first part of our study was reading this lovely, lovely book.
If you've never read The Great Gatsby, it's pretty short and very good. Admittedly, Fitzgerald can get a little wordy every now and then (which seemed to be the major complaint among those who didn't finish it), but the language he uses.... Geez.
I've got a book crush.
In the book, the young (though generally unreliable) Nick Carraway moves to one of the wildest and most fashionable fractions of New York in the 1920s. Unbeknownst to him, trouble is brewing in his social circle, and he will soon find himself smack-dab in the middle of it.
It's such a sweet, sad book. It really is. I might even read it again for fun, without the stress of having to pick it apart for things to analyze.
But maybe after the movie.
Ohhhhh, I can't wait. They keep pushing back the date, though, so I don't know how feasible attending a midnight premiere would be. I would absolutely do that.
Oh well.
Party hard.
-Riley
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