(Book cover and synopsis from goodreads.com)
Generally considered to be F. Scott Fitzgerald's finest novel, The Great Gatsby is a consummate summary of the 'roaring twenties' and a devastating exposé of the shallowness of the 'Jazz Age'. Through the narration of Nick Carraway, the reader is taken into the superficially glittering world of the mansions which lined the Long Island shore in the 1920's, to encounter Nick's cousin Daisy, her brash but wealthy husband Tom Buchanan, Jay Gatsby and the dark mystery which surrounds him.
The Great Gatsby is an undisputed classic of American literature from the period following the First World War, and is one of the great novels of the twentieth century.
Yay! *happy dance* I’ve finally read it. GO ME!
Well, there’s four hours of my life I’m never going to get back.
Ah. I can’t get my thoughts out properly.
OK. Here goes.
Nope, not happening.
Right, what I will say is that I did give this book three stars so obviously I didn’t completely hate it.
I really didn’t like most of the characters – the most useless bunch of space wasters (in my humble opinion) I have ever read about. But it did seem to go by quickly despite this and I did like how all the little pieces came together to end in various tragedies.
Right, I am leaving it there. I can feel the ‘ifs-buts-you-know-what-I-mean’s bubbling.
All in All
I am glad I have finally read this classic. I don’t really know what I was expecting, but I am pretty sure that what I got wasn’t it and I am still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.