I finished this book a few hours ago and wanted to do a review on it right away but had to hold off because I couldn’t find the right words to describe how much I loved this marvelous, marvelous book.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is about a man named Nick Carraway who moves East for work, into a house next door to a mysterious man named Jay Gatsby who throws lavish parties but no one really knows anything about but ends up becoming friends with him and finding out he is in love with a woman named Daisy Buchanan - who just so happens to be Nick’s cousin. However, Daisy is already married, to a man named Tom who is having an affair with a woman named Myrtle Wilson who is also already married, to a man named George. IT’S MADNESS I TELL YOU. And I loved every second of it!
I think the thing that got me most, that really pulled me in, was the fabulous writing. How the sentences flowed into one another with such ease, and the words he used to describe the simplest things making them complex. That Fitzgerald had a way with words ~
“He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in a life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
There is no way for me to put it other than I love this fucking book.
With that being said, I give The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 5/5 stars. Obviously ~