I’m a pretty decent reader. I average at least 15 to 20 books per year. As a result, I’ve decided to keep better track of these books. Over the years, I’ve read several “classics.” The Great Gatsby was not one of them. Thanks to Bas Luhrmann, I’m happy to say I have remedied this situation. Last night I finished the book. Now comes my journey down the rabbit hole, looking for discussions on it. All this, just so I could see a movie.
Overall, I did enjoy the book. It’s very striking to me that I did since it was written from the first person perspective. I don’t usually enjoy books written in the first person, but Fitzgerald did not disappoint me.
What really upset me wasn’t the end of the book. I admit, once the car accident happened, I kind of saw what the outcome would be. No, that really upset me about was that Jordan ended up being just like Daisy & Tom. It upset me because I really did want her to be different. While Nick isn’t totally innocent, I just wanted Jordan to be different. I wanted her to be better. I wanted her to be braver. As I closed the booked I actually felt sorry for her.
That’s what I call a good read. I will continue on my reading endeavors as my years progress. As I do, I plan on reading more of these “classics” that I just haven’t gotten to yet. I look forward to how these books will shape & change my ideas on culture, gender, society, & other topics. And I will do my best to not roll my eyes at the Chatty-Cathys talking about the Twilight Saga or 50 Shades of Grey (LAME!).