Here is another book that Brittany read in High School and had NOOOO idea what was happening back then. To say I was immature in High School is putting it lightly. They made us read these novels in English and we had no idea what anything meant. We couldn't relate anything to our own lives. I'm not mad at my teachers. That would be wrong. I just wish curriculum had dictated some books that teenagers could relate to. That being said I have not magically morphed into a Pre-WWII flapper girl in the past 10 years. But I understood the love, wealth, power, and identity issues now more than I did back then. Gatsby is a bleeding heart. Daisy is a bubble head. Nick is just straight up confused. Tom is a jerkface. Jordan needs to get over herself. (Yes I know I just sounded so deep there). You live a short life with these people. You feel for them. Then you've got a big ol' let down at the end. American classic, yes. A time-piece, yes. Something that changed my life, no. Read it say you read it. Watch the 1974 movie with Robert Redford. And then move on!
